vassago

I miss San Francisco. There isnt any pain there, not for me, not so far.
There is something beautiful, something that I cannot put my finger on, about the energy on the other side of the Rockies.
When I am away, I ache for it.
Perhaps it is hard to know what I mean, if you have lived there too long, or if you aren't sensitive to it yet.
I want to go there, more than ever.
Piss on Michigan.
everything here is pain.