I was out for hours tonight. Literally.

I’m dead. And my toes are froze. But, really it felt so good. Sometimes when the world start to come down on you the only thing left to do is run. Just get away from it for a while. And Breathe.

More to come soon. I’m off to bed.

I’d like to settle down but they won’t let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there’s always one more city
I’m on the run, the highway is my home