i remember when i used to travel alone,
i packed too much
and i always stared.

everybody looked so sad.

me too.

i look mean, so nobody approaches me.
i don't really want people approaching me

i'd feel like i owed them something.

i had a dream last night,
i told him i dreamt that i was at his funeral
so he wouldn't get angry.

he always gets so angry.

you were home, this home
not that one you have now.
there we were

in front of the fireplace.

i woke up and remembered everything
it felt cheap

so i fucked him
and then i forgot.

it felt great.