if only the time was now, that i could explain to you, than you would understand so well.

i'm no longer dying here.

i'm no longer drowning.

all i see is healing here.

all i know is leaving.

love the leave.

i firmly believe. that a road trip is the open door to leaving. and that a road trip clarifies things that before seemed cloudy, and during a road trip, you find out who you are...even if you find yourself in a parking lot of a skeezy motel in alabama. you still found yourself.