turtles all the way down

I am planning on going back to school. what a dream of the quiet simple life I hold dear to my breast.

they ask complicated questions like "what is your current mailing address" as if I am just supposed to be able to rattle that off easy as pie.

anyhow.

I am not homeless just don't have an address or a car.

my heart breaks against the walls of my chest and beats with the longing of a long harbored barge.