Nothing has leveled me more than humanity of complete strangers. Advertisements
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.
With rough homeless hands and genuine eyes he asked what he could give me. I have been been humbled and taught many tearful lessons by those I’ve met while traveling.
I’m a bitch. I say mean things. I make up awful scenarios, giving me an excuse not to like you.
My thoughts are oddly present. I just don’t like you. You’re great, I’m just not about it. Much like X. But I still think he was about it. I think we could’ve made it. In the end, I think we would’ve been great.