It is through this merciless and impatient longing of the soul that my body learns to be a vagabond.
It is through wanting, itching, yearning — like a surge of vomit threatening to escape a food-poisoned gut– that I embark on journeys so ironic, I leave home to find home.
My name is Rain and I survived 27 when not so many rockstars did.
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