Lost and Found

I'm hoping the reason I can't sleep is because I haven't been writing.

Somehow I doubt that's the problem, though.

I think it's because too much of my life is in a state of transition.

Nothing is home.

And frankly, I'm not sure exactly what I want to be home.

A part of me wants to move to California and start over.

Another part of me really doesn't want to start over again. That part likes where I am. That part wants to settle down in this area and really live my life instead of just going through the motions on a daily basis.

I dunno, though....

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I'm addicted. I can't stop even though I know I should. I don't want to, though.

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Her words are as soft as her touch, and they both drive me absolutely wild.

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When are we?

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For those of you wondering, I did have an amazing time on my birthday. Thank you Gabe, Mike, KT, Maria and Layla for making it a trip I will never forget.

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We are the Triumverate of Cool.

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wrap my heart in bands of rosewood

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I ask myself the same questions over and over and each time i expect a different answer, but each time i only get the truth

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i close my eyes and feel your hands on my chest, my neck, my face. i kiss your fingertips. I smile and open my eyes, wishing you were here with me

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I hope I never forget the way it felt to have your lips pressed against mine.

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I got sidetracked again.

that happens a lot.

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Is it better to be lost or found?

I'm hoping the answer is Lost, because I haven't been Found in a very, very long time