i just have 'em sometimes. i mean, all i seem to be able to do is think about india. i just want to wear a salwar-kameze. to supplement these longings to be surrounded by smells so ingrained in the earth, i put on my caedmen's call cd, look at pictures, and cry.
i see your face
i keep your picture in my passport
but its not the same
still there's joy in the sadness in my heart and in this place
in the hope of the longing
tears cannot erase
and i hope that you are sleeping okay
cause i miss you
i miss you.