MIA in MA

Friday, I awoke at 1130am. Drove from Chicago to plymouth. No sleep. Plymouth, saturday at 3pm. Showed Alex my old life, old friends and lobster. Brought Alex to boston. Sunday, writing this blog, leaving out an encretible amount of stories, 3pm, still no sleep.


Why michael?
I dont know. It almost seems like I cant sleep. Im out of it though. I dont dare look in the mirror, im keeping comunications with people brief, and im staying away from poetic justices. Except the beach. I went there and laid in the cold sand for about an hour. Looked around and tried being apart of something beautiful.


But there i go again. Scratch your head and sit near the wall. I need to be stationary. Im leaveing this ramble, but continuing the post.


It was weird showing Alex my old friends. I was parinoid about worlds gravity and colisions. It was fine.
The drive was interesting. Lots of giggling at the tired end.
The east coast is beautiful, just breath taking. Maybe thats why I left, i didnt belong.
I always want to bring people back to show them. Savannah never would but I think she would have lots of fun. I invited Anastasia but that was just a gesture. Id love for her to be here, but knew in asking that she wouldnt come.
I dont miss the midwest. Just a few people out there.
Im moving into a sucluded cabin in the woods near a beach. No one will miss me and i will feel lost and away from my self. It works out.