today i'm not sad. but maybe.

i miss the rhythm of where i was. big time. i miss feeling it in my sternum every day when i wake up (thanks pablo). i have tried to fill the gap by playing my music loudly, really loudly, but it's not really working. probably because you can't just transplant rhythm. actually, if you can, and you know how, tell me. but still, rhythm, it's not like a beating heart. you can't just transplant it. it's not just the music. it's just the movement. the market. walking down the street. i am going to go dance by myself now. or cry. i miss that family!