Sunday, July 8, 2012

I spent a week sleeping on the floor
On the beach
In a hallway

I took long, dumb walks
Long past the point where my feet ached
To places too big to properly see with my eyes

I saw old friends
And they're all doing great
And they took me in

I met a friend who I've talked to for years
And she showed me an island
Made of straight-up gumption

I got lost constantly
Which was frustrating
But, y'know, it's the journey, right?

I'm going home
But I think you took my heart
You big, ugly, smelly, wonderful city
And all of my money, too

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