i dont know where i belong
but i belong here more than there.

i have a history of escape.
i have a history of getting caught in the lure of the open road.
i have a history of leaving.

sometimes i feel i have had to shut down an entire
part of me just to be normal. i do not know
how to settle down anymore. i fake it alot.

coming here re-awakened my gypsy heart.

and now i am dreaming of another place.

here we go again...