I wander these streets with my head in my hands and I stare at my feet so I know where I stand. Every step followed up by the next, I move with my feet while I breathe with my chest.
I don’t feel alright, but I think I’ll be fine. If I just keep on moving I'll kill all the time between the place I just left and where I’ll see you next. I hope that’s enough but I’m not holding my breath.
There always will be space in-between where I find myself and where I want to be. I miss you, I miss you, I wish that I could kiss you. This distance between us has become an issue.
I feel such a mess ever since I left, and I’m doing my best,
but I can’t, I won’t, let’s just elope and head back to the coast where I know we could cope. Let’s wash our hands, let’s make amends and let’s not think of anything else. Please, Madeleine understand that I’ve already lost all of my friends and I can’t lose you as well.
Regarding those two-hundred-ninety-odd days; there’s no way either of us could articulate what happened to us, what changed in our hearts. Now that we’re home we are farthest apart.
I’m at my best when I walk all alone, I don’t need money, or drugs or my cellular phone. These feelings of mine that I could not describe are leading me on to leave everything I know behind.
But I can’t, please don’t leave me alone. I’m so sick of the road, I’ve got nowhere to go. I have washed my hands, I have made amends and I can’t stop thinking of everything else. So please Madeleine understand that I’ve already lost all of my friends and I cannot lose you as well.
My friends don’t know how much I miss them tonight.