the distance gets further.

you might as well be an ocean away. i traveled extensively to come back with less than i what went with. one would think that three hundred seventy-eight miles is not unreachable, but under circumstances and lacking both sides needed to make it work, it's quite impossible. either that, or i wait ten more months. i'm not sure which is worse. and realistically, it's a state between. more like an eternity.

blah. let me wallow in my misery.

-imagine something that could happen and may already have. because i thought i'd be laughing in a couple days relaxing, enjoying what i don't have, but now i'm missing what i had. i pull a crumpled picture from my wallet and i put it on the dash. and the car swerves, i'm not paying attention. i hope that i don't crash.- -yfpg.

the lost chapters.

lately, i have had this dying urge to find my mother. all i know is her name and where she is from which, surprisingly, is not very helpful. i also do not have the balls to call these numbers i find for people with the same name. maybe someday. if you know a teri kirley, let me know.