i'm giving away trash as fond and favorite presents. too bad none of it is treasure except for the packing it all came in.
i know you get the point, but i'm just sharpening it a little. i always catch my fingers in the process. i still have nowhere to go but i can't stand the journey. i don't want the world to be mine, just a few latitudes and longitudes and everything in-between that i can hold close and keep safe.
i love you but the bottom line is that we're all selfish.
