We are all worms. But I believe that I am a glow-worm.
I’m homesick all the time, I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon—just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon.
Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
Only two more hours of work and I am headed here! Eeeeeeee… so excited!