...the things that become home, a suitcase bought in the snow in (yeah yeah again) Amsterdam that says LIV as in don't worry you are indeed still breathing...a lock and cable so your stuff is actually still there, the dressed up unicorn neck pillow in the front seat, the cute boy in the front row from last night with a nice tie that makes you miss the entrance to a song...
The far, tall chest connection made and remembered, cherished for it's onetimeness...now only virtual on the droid...as almost a promise for things to come?
I do hope so.
I got to rock. My neck hurt. Yeah.
Breathing?-check.
