today i feel an almost undeniable urge to liquidate and become a nomadic bum, of sorts. a chance to shake the moss off underfoot and the freedom to wake up in a new place every single morning.
i genuinely wonder how long it would take for that to become old.
round up my road music, travel light, and have a kerouackian-style adventure. minus the alcoholism.
i genuinely wonder how long it would take for that to become old.
round up my road music, travel light, and have a kerouackian-style adventure. minus the alcoholism.
(I think you just changed your avatar picture, btw...)