Finding Myself The mysteries that envelope my very beingFinding Myself by ~closing-chaos
The cloud I’ve become in my travels
Morphing who I am, and where I’m going
Always changing as the truth unravels
Thunder storms of thoughts in my head
Leading the way to sleepless nights
My decisions balance on thin fine thread
Forcing me to acknowledge the painful sights
I’m no longer wispy, but full of life
Drifting on the path I chose
Avoiding the dreadful strife
That may alert those
Who could never see
That I’m finally free
Phone Play 1 Hey.Phone Play 1 by ~sovegna-vos
Janie? Is that… where the hell are you?
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
It's white. There's a lot of sand.
Can you see the ocean?
No.
You're sure?
It might be Utah. Or Colorado. Maybe South Dakota.
You said you were going to class!
I was.
No, you weren't. You were going to god-knows-where bumblefuck in some flyover state!
That wasn't where I was going.
That's where you are.
What's a flyover state?
Forget it. Just bring my car back, okay? I missed work three times.
What if I can't find it?
My car?
Back.
The car has a GPS locator. Just turn it on and-
It doesn't have that anymore.
It doesn't?
I
Confused 
Sta.sh
