You don’t know what you got till it’s gone
I’m somewhere. Not elsewhere, I’m afraid. Just away. Here.
You know you’ve been traveling too much when you pull into a driveway and realize, Oh man, I’ve stayed here before.
Don’t even remember coming to Rochester before.
You don’t know it, but I’m sitting in my hotel room laughing to myself.
Spent a week here in this same hotel nine months ago. It was a strange time then. It’s strange again.
Sleep. Must sleep.
I’m coming back home tonight, I think. Losing track of time.
On a different note entirely, before I left, I found a shirt an ex left at my place.
Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s
Location: hotel room
Mood: drained
Music: I’m gone
