could we nap?

patience is the only thing by virtue that a man can thank life for. for without patience, one cannot have love. i remember nothing but the delay: the cancelled flight, the sorry gentleman who unfortunately suffered a heart attack. while i’m discussing sorry gentleman, if i ever see you again, i would like nothing more but to apologize for my ungodly smell - you must have been petrified. i could have showered, but that damn lady just wouldn’t let me. she told me all it would cost was a few, then it was a dozen. i simply had no patience for that, nor did i have any money. i suppose i don’t love arguing, anymore; no need to fight. anyways!
where were you and i?

my luggage. it felt like hours that i had been standing there, staring yet for nothing. but it came up. everything came up. the more i think about it, i don’t know why i waited for my luggage. nothing i had was of importance, and the shirts i had worn on my back had been lent out. the only thing that mattered was through a few more doors. i found the shortest line that turned out to be the longest line that put me through too many obstacles, some that i don’t even want to talk about.

five hundred faces but only one so brightly shining. you were there! i was home, as i said i would be. i’ll always come home. it matters not how cold for i will get warm, and it matters not how sad, for i will get happy. all that matters is my home; hopefully it's where i left it. home is where the heart is, right?

could we nap?
how about dinner?