October 2011
2 posts
And my lovely destination.
“I’ll live there someday,” I murmur while fiercely stumbling to procrastinate my graduation date even further.
The next weekend I end up in silence, hearing every skip of every rock Dane throws. Looking up, while the sun goes down. It’s the silence I had been missing, the fucking silence. It’s how tiny I forgot I was, how free I had always been, how simple I always...
So I'm on this road trip..
And I don’t know where I’m going. And just in case I curve off a cliff going 75 in a “windy 35,” I figure I should document the adventure. Doesn’t look like much, but fortunately it’s more than I’m used to.