Generosity has always been on my terms. Private. When it’s right. People sometimes wonder why I like to travel alone. The way it goes is I shut off for a few days, and I love it. Not speaking to anyone. Being silent to my heart’s content. But then I start to crave, and so appreciate, people again – taking in tiny sips of human interaction. A cashier here, a curious toddler there. Maybe I’m just […]
(It’d be a lot shorter for one) / Disclaimer: Unless it’s in traffic What is it about driving alone that both fills and empties the mind?
The best thing I’ve been told “thank you” for wasn’t cash, but only my smile.
I left my mind on an open road and picked up poems on the way.
It’s about one-third of the population that will screw you over. I’ve traveled, met, and given to a lot of strangers, so there’s truth to this number – but the other 2/3 you equally shock and amaze me.
I read the books. I cut my hair. I booked a trip to anywhere. But as I wander, I wonder what you’re doing who you’re with. And I hate myself for it, because wherever I go I am there and wherever it is you still don’t care.
Shopping for nothing, even the Disney store can’t cast a spell on me.
There were glass windows. My friend and I could see everything. There was an unacquainted man and woman looking at something. Then we saw him. His eyes were huge. Somehow bigger than his stature, which was still quite large. Six feet tall or so, but sort of lanky. His clothes hung on him. He stumbled backwards, his eyes facing us and then ran full force into the wall in front of him. There was a […]