too much of too little
i played lefty today, switching a lane by accident, wondering about the significance of this highway because it just feels so much like home. these miles and this road i almost never travel—i'm new, i'm reborn, i'm without a place; and, she sighs: when i say home i mean it refers to this undefined place. (does not my this provide definition?) i'm asking for anything:
your bed.
your pillow.
your hand.
you're so goddamned familiar. i won't let myself go.
againagainagainagain.