Monday, September 21, 2009

Yes you cannot forget this. The beauty of it all. Of freedom, and no obligations.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

You see, I don't have to worry anymore. There's a world
I will see. Come those months.
Then there won't be a home. I'll make mine
of skies and foreign lands. Languages so crisp from my tongue.
I'll come back accented.
Italian blood, bust, bread. My lad.