What I want right now
is a late night breeze-in run
for doughnuts and slushies
followed up by
a drive out thane road
singing loudly to music
and going over the speed limit
on that road filled with pot holes
that feels too small for two cars to pass each other on
eventually ending up in the Wharf
sauntering into Pel'meni
greeting drunks
and going outside to accompany a friend
as they smoke
and a walk on the docks.

I miss my girls
I miss my bedroom
at the corner of the house
without insulation.

lookingforward

going home is going to suck.

i don't know how i'm going to do it and survive

in transit

...from a park bench at the base of Wawel Castle...

Probably one of my favorite things about traveling around here is going by train. You pass through so many little towns and see the countryside that you normally would never get to see. We just passed into the Czech Republic on the way to Poland. Only one thing seemed different from Austria, and that's the colors. The countryside here has the beautiful autumn colors - red, orange, yellow (even the browns here are beautiful), in full force.
I love being able to make up stories for the little villages we pass by, I think my favorite are the lonesome houses. These houses are surrounded by large, bountiful gardens. They always have a grand tree close to the house, and the houses themselves are always small and appear to be falling apart. You know that these houses have stayed in families for centuries because you know that hardly anyone would want to live all alone next to the train tracks.
All in all, it's just the shear beauty that strikes you.
It reminds me why I'm here in the first place - to see and experience the beauty of the things in Europe that have survived centuries of wars. When I see this beauty, I also hope that my faith in all of that will fill me up again, like it used to before I started actively participating in life.
I hope that I never get too jaded to be able to recognize the inherent beauty of the world around me.
And on the side of the tracks there are men digging ditches.
And o the side of the tracks you see a mother showing her son the trains.
And on the side of the tracks is something new to you.
You see forests of trees in which every tree changes color. This time of year, the forest floor is a soft and vibrant carpet of red.

This is the sort of place that autumn was made for.

bikes don't look like this where i come from

She's been on a three month break from reality
and the break ends in exactly one month.

too fast

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Krakow

I spent the weekend in Krakow. It was amazing. If anyone ever gets the chance to go to Poland, please do. This is an underestimated and overlooked country. The people are amazingly helpful and friendly, even though most of the time you must communicate in wild gestures and pointing. The food is filling and tasty and the country itself is beautiful.

And again I feel amazing.

side note: there isn't really much better than ending a day with listening to Amanda Palmer and reflecting on the good things.

"weak people will always hurt you."

glass hearts

Not sure if your shaky hands
are because you're cold

girls with glass hearts should always carry around super glue.