Bliss. Sometimes it just comes.

He will always be elusive to me, though he always wondered what made me drawn to him. Eventually, he learned to stop asking. I will never be able to explain to him anyway.

He reminds me of good things. Subtle. Small. Simple. Like watching a film, checking out a book at Powerbooks, having coffee, dining out-- simple pleasures of a simple life. I've always wanted that kind of life-- devoid of complications, devoid of ostentation.

He is still beautiful after all this time.

The world has so much to offer me but I only want one thing-- to be with someone who gives me absolute bliss and takes me into the state of euphoria without effort. He does that. He just makes it come naturally.

He looks at me purely and loves me greatly.


I will be on the road again soon, but I will always long for him.



He is, afterall, my home.