I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. – Kerouac

It’s from On the Road, which I should read again. The ones who never yawn.  So sick at heart.  Tired, tired.  Tired.

Knew he was on the train but couldn’t see him anymore.  Bumped into a couple people on the way back to the car I was so out of it.

Rosemary calls me “babysitter.”  It’s our first day together tomorrow and I have a feeling I am going to need all of my energy to be a good one.

My trip is over but maybe a new one is beginning inside of me, we can always hope.

I just like that quotation a lot, all of these stars in me again falling.

Rm in her new boots.