Thoughts for writing: Wandering
Love is what keeps my bones from wandering.
Misery in unrealized wanderlust.
Soul wandering

unroll the bones

As you can see, there really isn't anything coherent about these thoughts but wandering and bones. As you can imagine this probably has something to do with the lack of sleep-work/life frustration-exhaustion induced depressed end of the drive home from an extended day of work. Further pondering to come.