Take a trip to Chicago and turn your body into a paintbrush. 2700 leagues under the sea, train ride, wondrous elevator, alligator dog walk.
Creekside. Lakeside. Southside.
Obama‘s presidential library.
Interstate to the east, interstate to the west, fallen leaves under tree. I can’t feel my chest.
School bus, plastic bag, my shoes are too big. Coffee cup in the front yard and busted pumpkins everywhere.
Hand holding silence. Music on the couch. Didn’t see this going this way.
Not mad.
For a long time, I believed that a person’s stress was directly correlated to the number of keys they had on their key ring. After spending years with only a couple and in most cases now having several, I can attest that the stress levels in human beings are not directly correlated to the number of keys they have on their keychain.
Rounded meals and check-ins from the south.
Life blood. Bike ride. Altitude.