big sur

it's blue dusk all up and down the california world; frisco glitters up ahead

our radio plays rhythm and blues as we pass the joint back and forth in jutjawed silence

both looking ahead with big private thoughts now so vast we can't communicate them any more

and if we tried it would take a million years and a billion books

we are the bright lights in these dark times

heaven or home

so tired i cant sleep.

cliche cliche cliche. 

i think my old life is slowly coming back together, strand by strand ill slowly weave some small fabric of a normal life and hope it holds. job interview monday, bills paid, dishes done and most importantly, some of the best times with best friends. 

its ok to be home; there is nothing wrong with being home.