herby72

my home... how far must one run from it... does it haunt those of us who have fleed, as it does me...


i wonder when it will be time to return... my town the fork of 2 rivers... my home in the wizzzzconsin dairy wasteland... i miss parts of it...most just makes me sad... i'm still that little boy scared and full of rage... no on ever listened to me there... and still no one listens to me... i'm still the outsider lookin' in... you can't fun from yourself... you can only self medicate your nightmares away... someday i will have to return and face the demons that still haunt my inner most thoughts... i will have to return, that will be a very sad day for me... i will become that little boy, scared little boy agian, all full of that rage that you shake, tremble, and cry...

well here are some photos of what little i miss... these are the places i call home...my childhood playground...enjoy