June 18th 2017 was a beautiful sunny afternoon and the sun shone indifferently through the wispiest clouds. I remember the sky that day - deep piercing blue, radiant, untouchable. Not giving a shit. I dropped my best friend off at the airport and in his hug I already felt the tears coming; he had helped [...]
Just like that: one moment you were there, the next you weren't
Sometimes I find myself being shy about my words
I'm in love with people I haven't met and places I haven't seen
The postman is a hologram, but the letter is real.
"For the rest - live dangerously; take things as they come; dread naught, all will be well."W. Churchill
And I got a longing so deep it numbed my senses, and I stopped paying attention to the navigation directions on the phone by my leg even though I was gliding down the freeway