December 2011
3 posts
Well. Shit.
I need to re-start my tumble addiction.
Stat.
Tunnel Glimpses.
It’s been years. Years. I shouldn’t feel old enough now to say things like, “Oh, it was years ago.” But it was.
New car. New boots. New coats. New goals. New fears. And the same old tears remain hidden in the ducts that reactively respond when I drive past the streets I walked so many times. I walked without purpose, without guilt. The smell of the morning air never made...
The Truth:
If I could, right now…I’d drop everything:
buy a typewriter,
lease an apartment with a view (in Scotland),
chop off all my hair and then spike up the remaining pixied pieces,
call all of the ex-friends, boyfriends, and family members I’ve learned from, but in the hard way,
put all the money I have (which isn’t much) in an old shoebox I’ve had for too long,
buy a...