Clouds in my coffee.

Getting home from a vacation, and coming home to realize you're still on one.
What does the word "vacation" mean to me? -Time away. In simplest detail.

There is so much I'm dying to tell you. So much I want to get off my shoulders. I just can't find the right time, or the right words. I know whatever I say, will get turned around completely and made into something that's "my fault". Waiting should be my best bet, but somethings you just need to know now, before it's too late. And by too late, I mean the end. The end completely.

Of course I wouldn't want that. Never in a million years.