Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Happy To Make A Bed Anywhere

I'm once again stuffing a wrangle change of shirts, a hat, a pinhole camera, coupla shorts into a backpack and taking a swing in the dark that somehow it'll all match.

But who cares, right? Where I'm going, all senses -- fashion or time-wise -- won't matter and the only thing that would, would be that I'm free and on the road again.

Tonight I'll wonder where I'll be resting my head. Perhaps my pack as pillow, my tattered copy of Gaiman, or against something that would resemble something familiar to home.

Ah, but I'll be more than happy to make a bed anywhere and equally be happy to just wake up.