Hard Way Home

Im struggling with thesis' topic now. Sometimes I wonder what im gonna be in the future. I am afraid what I 'see' won't be the same as I picture after all this time.

 

Well, about the picture; I took it a few months ago when I was home. I parked the truck, I crossed the street. Sunset by the beach is always coloring the blue beautifully. I wish I could go home ASAP.

 

"Sometimes I lose my faith in luck. I don't know what I'm gonna be when I grow up. I just count the rain, wearing the floor through the boards again. I wish I could find a soul to steal. I could be the engine and you could be the wheel. When we're driving home, I have never to worry about being alone."

 

 

Done