as queer as a clockwork orange

I would run thousands of miles to be back home right now. If only the ocean didn’t separate us.
Sometimes I wish I could just smuggle myself in a Fedex envelope and ship myself internationally back home. Overnight shipping. By morning, I would be waiting on the security desk. My mom would go down and sign for the envelope. She would open it. I’d give her a hug and snuggle into bed and sleep. What a dream.