circumnavigate.

so many dirty dishes and empty bottles.
the morning after the incredible feast.

seattle is good.
yes, i would live here.

and the distance is good for me, from everyone. i see photos and hear things and my stomach rises into my chest, just because some people stay connected.
and then there's me, disconnected.

and that was mostly my choice.

but really i'm reconnected. i'm in the northwest visiting my longest known friend. we've made it through twenty-one years of friendship. i'm visiting my best lady friend transplanted from baltimore, after we both shook our roots out from the soil. there are the odds and ends and the news, all which settle my nerves more than any tonic in the east.

i don't know how much i really want to go back.
it'll be good for me.

and my time back in the united states eclipsed my time in costa rica.

the train doesn't stop.