one more day

you told me you would come
but you didnt
now you tell me you wont come
so i shall expect you to come
have i finally begun to understand you?

saw this japanese poem in the metro. stuck to the head.

my last day in the states for a while. i hate the place to a certain degree, but i love it so much. i'd hate to leave but i'd miss home so much.

'paradoxical, innit?'

silence is not the way,
we need to talk about it;
heaven is on the way,
heaven is on the way;
i'm a stranger in this town.

im just drained from all the travelling and new experiences. just want a nice cup of coffee with familiar old faces to chill abit.

1 more day. and dreading it, welcoming it.