Last week. Last week. This week....a whole new year in between. New Mexico and back home...a whole new year in between. Home smells funny like it always does when I go away. I walked in the door this evening and was greeted by one happy dog though. It's nice to be missed. I've only been …
searching
I can't help but seek you out...to search for the real you and to search for the meaning of you so I am not the fool but I am the fool anyway and there's no escaping that sad and uneasy thought.
Dixie's Road Trip 