Tuesday, May 27, 2008

coming home, everywhere

i'm going all over the place, but i never leave home. and everywhere i go there is family.

home is not this box with windows. the only windows i have are these eyes. and this heart is my fireplace; it keeps me toasty warm.

this love is my telephone; call me.
the lines are always open.


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