Heading home

I strapped my memories to my back. I'm leaving.
I'm already gone.
And I was on a train somewhere wishing sweet stings to you.
To make you never forget the poetry in wanting.
I want these days to hold you

"Standing Still Fast" - Planes Mistaken for Stars


This is one of my favorite songs of all time, and it always comes into my mind whenever I am about to go on a trip. Something about it just resonates with me. The first line in particular.

In any event, I'm heading home tomorrow.