Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Walked up a mountain and stopped at the top to drink some beer and sing some songs and I was happy up there and now, coming down, everything seems to drop and all I can think is that  I want to say "I miss you," as if saying it more will make it less true, but it doesn't. I always think that maybe I cannot exist everywhere. I worry that might be true. I feel little.

1 comment:

Stef said...

I feel bad that I never comment, but I want you to know that I read every entry you write.

And I am very excited for you to be in Austria. I hope that you enjoy it more than you imagined that you would.