So I sit back and I wonder what will life look and feel like in four months time, right. Its been 3 thousand five hundred something days since I’ve been able to physically go where I wanted to go. Four months to go. I think about it daily. Though when I think about it, I often think of the panting dog and how attentive a dogs eyes are as they anxiously wait for what they expect. I think about their foamy drool bunched up in the corner of their mouths, as I think of this I often feel the drool down my face, but I don’t feel it–you get what I mean. Nonetheless, I want…I want to go home, but then I ask well where is home? All alone with myself? I believe home to be a place where there are people there who love you, truly love you–life lesson learned.

-Q-

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