normal

I took in a a breath and for a second my brain smelled diner-coffee and beach B.o. and old cars in the city... and it made me think of you... but probably just because most things make me think of you.

Missing home...

It hurts.
It still hurts just the same.
I must remember about love, that it gives, and that it hopes and that it preservers. Teach me these things, Father. You are them all. You long for the peace and happiness of all mankind. Let me be like you in this. Let me be happy if he is happy. Help me, though. Help me remember all the things all the time, all throughout the day, when all the feelings feel so strong. And when my heart feels the most weakest and wistful, with all the remembering.