Notes

I opened a book, a note fell out. My name on it. I'd know that handwriting anywhere. He is always there when I need him, always bringing me words and dreams. Always too far away. (Everyone is always too far away, though.) And in the card, a quote.

"Write
in recollection
and amazement
for yourself."
--Jack Kerouac

The world is too large, the miles too many. I could spend my every day in transit, I would never be Everywhere at once. Forgive my confused ramblings. All I wanted to say was Thank You.