back in the bed, back where it all started.

so hit me up again when,

you're back on the island and

maybe we can meet up for some coffee

or another conversation.

hit me up again when,

you come back around and

maybe we can do all those things,

we'd always wished we'd done.

being back home again is nice.

it's a good feeling sleeping in this bed again,

the one i grew up in.

and this room.

these walls hold a decade of memories

i couldn't possibly forget,

but it feels good to be reminded.

i hope this feeling stays.

ash to ashes

dust to dust,

what in the world is becoming of us?

i can't recall what's on my mind.