Those three weeks I miss.
Way too much sun for a rainy state.
Watch me glide on the cold blue abyss.
Clean my slate.

Far did I rome.
Away from that place I now cant even call home.
And I loved every minute of it.

My ferry it strode.
Across no rode.
So open and free.
Across Gods sea.

On the edge I stood.
My breath nearly taken from me by the wind.
I nearly could,
Have had my life stop then.

-I miss Seattle sometimes. Its pretty addicting.