something temporary

it's funny the difference between suburbs and city.

"right turn on red"

happens to be one of them.

also, there are SUVs in the suburbs.
everywhere.
new ones.
expensive ones.
driven by soccer moms. who obviously will be needing them for sports and/or utilities.

although, i am downtown again.
i'm not sure where home is. it's this word that people associate with a house usually, sometimes apartment building. home is where your heart is, and if my heart is inside me beating hard, then it doesn't really matter what place it is.

my heart was beating fast today.
you're a piece of who i am, and that is a small piece but a beautiful one.
i like living without regret. regret is just a tool of self deprecation that we use to make ourselves feel bad for no reason.
yeah.
sometimes i'm all talk though.

it's funny how nothing is permanent anymore. i have moved out of the dorm, cleaned out my room in Irmo, and i am barely unpacking anything knowing that i am moving all my stuff out again.

everything is temporary.
which makes the Permanent even more appealing.