"But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing..."
[UPDATE(4:02PM)]: I made it home alright, the flight was good.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
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