i'm in love with heaven. i'm addicted to hotel stays. i talk to myself constantly into a voice recorder. and i miss home still.

there are things i will never understand, but the man told me: don't ever leave again without a plan, and only do it if it's real. nothing's ever real until it's real to you- and that's not interpretive. it's in you.

i have no choice but to trust him. he knows.