I was up late tonight. Watching the geckos from the back deck. Thinking about things that I've lost. (those cool sunglasses, love, the t-shirt from the guy in Portland who gave it to me off his back) Things I've broken. (wine glasses (so many wine glasses), hearts (more than I care to count))
Spare tires missing. riding on luck. (roads, waves, feelings)
Sometimes missing out. (tow truck, the better woman)
It's all brought me here. Here is not the divine place. Here is here.