and realised that I need to meet someone who's willing to take me with them.
Around the world, out of my mind, away from here.
I don't care anymore.
I'm full of vodka, a new sense of self, and a seventh hole in my head.
I think that maybe, just maybe, I can do this!
Despite feeling completely and totally (WARNING: EMO CONTENT AHEAD) hollow-fake-I really do; I'm seeing this whole life thing as more of an extended vacation. I keep expecting to get a phone call from someone in the States or wake up staring someone in the face or walking out the door and down the hill or down the road and hanging out!-I'm thinking that there's just enough of me left to be completely and totally me. For the first time, in a long time.
Maybe it'll be you! Who knows!
If you're willing to take me to Shanghai, hole up for a few days in a hotel and talk, drink tea, go on a twelvehour train ride, then let's go!
There's a whole country at my fingertips! Tiptoes!
I'm dangling my feet off the edge of reality!
If you can afford the trip then I'll show you a good time!
Yage! Not fun but still an attraction!
Temples! Incense and biting mountain air!
I know who I want to go! I think you do too!
But also I kind of think maybe you don't want to come-that there's too much for you at home. That's alright! I'll come back and we can go skibble and skidder around like two craaazy cats and supplement our own insanity with the elixir of gods of years past!
We'll go back to Mexico!
We'll go crazy! Have fun! Live on the road again!
This sounds like a plan to me!