last night when i was walking to ballet with jared i thought, what is the point of going on such an amazing trip and then ending up back where you started with only your photos and your memories and a 75 cent plastic frog.
and i think, what the point is, is you don't actually end up back where you started. i think you end up someplace different.
even though it looks like home i think it's somewhere new because you've changed, because what you've seen has changed you.
it's like that saying 'you can't go home again' only you can, you're just tainted by the sand in your toes and the warm breeze that still lives in your head when you close your eyes.
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