24 hours

Asheville, NC:

We've been in a 24 hour coffee shop for about....four hours. My hands are shaking. My mind is racing. We have nowhere to sleep. So we'll be here for the duration.

Too many thoughts that I can't seem to organize. A feeling that I'm becoming more lost in trying to find out where I'm going.

Actually accomplished writing a story that I'm not entirely disappointed with. And a poem about a boy that I am. Being here reminds me of too much. Everything lost and the nothing gained. How can you have memories of a place you've never been? I'm missing something I never even had.

Not in a bad mood. Contemplative? Sure.

I don't miss St. Augustine. But I miss tiny aspects that always seemed so insignificant. A list wouldn't do justice, so I'll refrain from trying to put this mess in my head into words.