As Weary-Hearted As That Hollow Moon

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Feb 8
This button is the last thing I touch before I attempt and fail at sleep every night. It’s the exact same light fixture that was here when this building was still a hotel. I wonder how many people touched that button before I did. I picture them traveling through this awful little town, on their way to better things somewhere else. To a family that loves them, to a better job, or just a better state of being. I wonder if I’ll ever find those things for myself. I wonder how long I’ll feel doomed to living a traveler’s existence, with no real semblance of a home. (Taken with instagram)

This button is the last thing I touch before I attempt and fail at sleep every night. It’s the exact same light fixture that was here when this building was still a hotel. I wonder how many people touched that button before I did. I picture them traveling through this awful little town, on their way to better things somewhere else. To a family that loves them, to a better job, or just a better state of being. I wonder if I’ll ever find those things for myself. I wonder how long I’ll feel doomed to living a traveler’s existence, with no real semblance of a home. (Taken with instagram)

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