Today I got a book by Henry Rollins.
I look up to him. I like the way he expresses himself, as it mirrors the way i feel most of the time. I find recognition in his words.
I've been here in Vancouver for about a month now... Today i re-read this quote:
Someday, I would like to go home. The exact location of this place, I don't know, but someday I would like to go. There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a sense of welcome in everything I saw. People would greet me warmly. They would remind me of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I had travelled in those restless years, but mostly, they would tell me that I had been missed, and that things were better now I had returned. Autumn would come to this place of welcome, this place I would know to be home. Autumn would come and the air would grow cool, dry and magic, as it does that time of the year. At night, I would walk the streets but not feel lonely, for these are the streets of my home town. These are the streets that I had thought about while far away, and now I was back, and all was as it should be. The trees and the falling leaves would welcome me. I would look up at the moon, and remember seeing it in countries all over the world as I had restlessly journeyed for decades, never remembering it looking the same as when viewed from my hometown.
Henry Rollins
I want to say i feel this way about Vancouver.
Generally speaking... i do. Not on a 100%, mind you... there might be things that still have not made it click for me. Maybe that's why this quote is hitting so hard to home tonight.
Who knows.
Suffice to say, i like it here. I don't want to go back to Panama.
So i'll follow it with this:
Is there anything here I can call my own? A feeling? A moment? Anything? Will there ever be a time when I am truly loved? When I'll know it and not wonder if it's real? Is there something I can protect and love and care about? Is there a truth I can keep that has no fear attached? Will there ever be a time when I can be somewhere and it will feel like home? Will there ever be a time when I will look around me and know I am finally in the place I am supposed to be? Is there anything here, anything I can see, while I breathe and breathe, trying to stay alive long enough to just be able to be here and know that I am here? Not just any here but the here I am supposed to be in. Is there anything that I can call mine that will not eventually be take from me? Is there anything, anyone, ever?
Henry Rollins, Roomanitarian
I look up to him. I like the way he expresses himself, as it mirrors the way i feel most of the time. I find recognition in his words.
I've been here in Vancouver for about a month now... Today i re-read this quote:
Someday, I would like to go home. The exact location of this place, I don't know, but someday I would like to go. There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a sense of welcome in everything I saw. People would greet me warmly. They would remind me of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I had travelled in those restless years, but mostly, they would tell me that I had been missed, and that things were better now I had returned. Autumn would come to this place of welcome, this place I would know to be home. Autumn would come and the air would grow cool, dry and magic, as it does that time of the year. At night, I would walk the streets but not feel lonely, for these are the streets of my home town. These are the streets that I had thought about while far away, and now I was back, and all was as it should be. The trees and the falling leaves would welcome me. I would look up at the moon, and remember seeing it in countries all over the world as I had restlessly journeyed for decades, never remembering it looking the same as when viewed from my hometown.
Henry Rollins
I want to say i feel this way about Vancouver.
Generally speaking... i do. Not on a 100%, mind you... there might be things that still have not made it click for me. Maybe that's why this quote is hitting so hard to home tonight.
Who knows.
Suffice to say, i like it here. I don't want to go back to Panama.
So i'll follow it with this:
Is there anything here I can call my own? A feeling? A moment? Anything? Will there ever be a time when I am truly loved? When I'll know it and not wonder if it's real? Is there something I can protect and love and care about? Is there a truth I can keep that has no fear attached? Will there ever be a time when I can be somewhere and it will feel like home? Will there ever be a time when I will look around me and know I am finally in the place I am supposed to be? Is there anything here, anything I can see, while I breathe and breathe, trying to stay alive long enough to just be able to be here and know that I am here? Not just any here but the here I am supposed to be in. Is there anything that I can call mine that will not eventually be take from me? Is there anything, anyone, ever?
Henry Rollins, Roomanitarian
gaylordy:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIR BUTTER FEST 
butterfest:
thank you SO much for your Chuck Norris Greeting Silly K. This is Greatly appreciated! 