I snapped my neck Cracked my fingers Typed an email And sipped coffee Then went home And lazed around Chatted with a friend And laughed Then I slept And dreamt of you And how far away you are And breathed
I'm interested in finding myself. In finding the way to myself. In paths, in stories, in ways and changing ways. In old ways. In history, people history, thing history. Where I've been, where I will be. Where I am. That last one is always the hardest to answer.