almost to where

western ny...
and i can't describe the feeling...
is it ecstasy?
is it mourning?
fear?
courage?
joy?
sadness?
melancholy?
...
been so long on my own don't quite know what to do...
seems so long ago since wyoming.
so long since riding with kurt
meeting kevin on the mississippi.
seems like a lifetime ago harold, liza and i left oakland.
a lifetime since the desert,
since the canyons,
since nebraska.
and it all feels like yesterday.
the cold greeted me in western new york and i was glad for it
made my outside feel like my inside feels.