i dont say that i miss my home. i dont say that i dont know where home is.

i said, long time ago, that i would never call here home. but i started to say it.

maybe it was because you were here. maybe it was because i visited the country surrounding it. maybe.

my life was full of maybes. is full of maybes.

maybe that was home. maybe this is home. maybe i'm homeless. maybe i'm a nomad.

i visit places and leave mini roots.

its easier to do than i once imagined.

you dont tell me that you're hurting. you don't tell me that you have too much to do, that you're pushing yourself beyond your limits.

but we both know whats going on.

i change subjects swiftly.

i wish i had a purple fuzzy robe. i would wear it all the time. i have a long blue robe i dont wear as often as i want to. it makes me feel like a wizard.

i do think i have magic powers.

i think they've faded recently.

both the robe and the powers.

im not quite the giant i was. a little dose of reality helps to fix the eye sight.

yo, i wish i had some cheeseburger with mayo and ketchup in front of me. and some fries.

pineapple milkshake, yo, would be great, too.

but theres no place around here that does pineapple milkshakes. least, no place in walking distance, which is what i'm restricted to.

actually, thats a lie, i could probably walk to some place, i just dont want to.

good god i dont want this damn cold.

magic powers revive!

immune system revive!

viva crayon, viva.