that bloody feeling on the way home.

copious chillness, quite noise, and sighful throat.
what is there, out there, that's waiting me?

what am i supposed to learn
what am i supposed to take
what am i supposed to let go
what am i supposed to do etall

gravity's putting me down.

what i want to bring back home is nothing but
feeling, that feeling, you know, people, everyone,
blown heart, aired brain, that atmosphere, and curiosity

how blue the sky was
how pink the sky was
how red the sky was

how big my heart got.