to the drifters! in hopes that our paths cross again. to the homesick! home is when we do meet again.

our histories, our futures, our foundations, are hope. it's a way to never forget.

i'll say goodbye. and hope never to mean it. our love and our hope. no nation or state can contain it.

if you call me up [bad word]  at four in the morning, no matter the timezones or state lines away. i'll be on buslines or burning up phone cards. just like i lived eight blocks away.