This is a love story. I can’t lie and say its something it's not.

It's just not the love they tell you about. It's not the love for just another being.

It's the love for a temporary home, a new fleeting sunset, or the warmth of a fire.

It's the emotions you carry with you through rock and pavement.

The lust for scenery. The search for another life.

My heart grows big under a never ending skyline of stars and moonlight.

My eyes grow tired on these yellow lines I follow home to you.

At last I am comfortable.

Amongst something new...