Stress writing in your anonymous online diary is the new black.

I used to call places home but they weren't.

Wherever one finds himself is mostly gravity mixed with circumstance.

Roots grow weakly in the shallows of where you plant them, you

don't belong anywhere because anywhere is

everywhere.

That being said...

North Carolina in April is as good a place as any
to be and the streets there
remember me so I
might as well form a reunion tour:

same old stage and
same old band.

I don't know how to feel.

I just wish I was still ignorant and innocent and
I didn't know anything about broken hearts or
bones.