I don't know why I remember running errands with my mom as a teen. It was the same every time - talk about boys and girl drama in the car, where we wanted to have lunch and why my mom was irritated with my dad lately. I remember the mountains to my right, glorious and... Continue Reading →
I Think, I Don’t Think by Robert M. Drake
I think you like the idea of feeling too much, of experiencing too much and letting the things inside you float away. I think you want people to notice you but want others to think that isolation pumps through your veins. I think you care too much but you pretend as if nothing bothers you.... Continue Reading →
The Blonde Quill 