Oh the incessant horn noise? Was I just too tired to move my hands, did my head fall asleep on a piano? Maybe I’ll wake up and realized Ive taken a nap on the beach and the train will be blaring in my ear. Maybe I’ll wake up and realize Ive fallen into Bellingham Bay. Do you think it’s colder than the Venice canals? Maybe I’ll have to go back to test it out. I kind of like this jet lag thing, I go to bed super early and get to wake up for my favorite hours of the day, 3am never looked so good, then back to sleep just in time to miss the sunrise so my brain doesn’t realize its morning yet.
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I think coming home for me is..coming home feels like…
