sometimes perpetual motion m o v e s s o s l o w.

I'm waking up morning after morning now wondering what it would be like to be a thousand miles away from here. I've still got everything I need, but there's something about not knowing where I would sleep the next night that makes me toss and turn with longing in my bed. It seems with every minute that goes by, I get a little more frantic and restless.

Now things are so comfortable, I don't know if I can break the routine. I've got an awesome job that I don't know if I could bring myself to quit and promises to live up to and rent to pay and animals to feed. I wish I had gone when I wanted (needed) to, before I committed myself to 30032.