new words, new bones

because of nausea incitement, unsteady hands [i won the unofficial breaking things competition in bk] and unfocused yet strong-like-a-rope-on-the-heart internal pressure to move away, traveling is pretty much the pits. but coming home to such stellar friends and family, like fucking shining jewels dotting a construction-paper-black/blank night sky, like miniature beacons, priceless and guiding, nothing remains amiss.