lizzhiggins
was weird. He hated smells. He hated places. everything was distant. even the booth he had his over-sized ass on, was so cold; and distant. He felt like a cold bum.
It was cold and windy. I only had 10 cents, but I did have my passport, they took it. They took my only way out of this life. Took me three years and 20 days to get that; to finally get out of here. and now in less than a minute I am back to square one...unless they knew, they came for me, without actually coming for me. THEM.
Sometimes it reminds me of home; comfort. Sometimes it reminds me of the inconsistent. Or the smell of that airplane, the day I realized home wouldn’t happen for me; but travel. Pretzels are not paramount to anything…but they seem to creep up in everyone’s ‘life cupboard’.
Sometimes it reminds me of home; comfort. Sometimes it reminds me of the inconsistent. Reminds me of the smell of that airplane, the day I realized home wouldn't happen for me; but travel. Pretzel's are not paramount to anything...but they seem to creep up in everyone's 'life cupboard'.