I don't post much original writing because I don't know where to begin. Twenty two months and the mental clutter is now piled high. So high in fact that it is now 9:05 pm and I'm now going to physically separate from my desk, weep on the way out the door from separation anxiety, and go read me some Dave Eggers and maybe sneak a Romeo & Julietta.

Small steps, ok? I'll try more. Really, I will. No bs.

A thousand miles from home seems kinda close, nonetheless good tune from Amos Lee

I am at ease in the arms of a woman
although now most of my days are spent alone
a thousand miles from the place I was born
But when she wakes me she takes me back home

Now most days I spend like a child
who’s afraid of ghosts in the night
I know there ain’t nothing out there
I’m still afraid to turn on the light

I am at ease in the arms of a woman
although now most of my days are spent alone
a thousand miles from the place I was born
but when she wakes me she takes me back home

A thousand miles from the place I was born
But when she wakes me she takes me back home

I am at ease in the arms of a woman
although now most of my days are spent alone
a thousand miles from the place I was born
when she wakes me she takes me
Yeah, when she wake me she takes me
Yeah, when she wake me she takes me back home

When she wake me she takes me back home