sorford
Preoccupied. Whatever it is, let it go. If the choice between what occupies your time tempts you one way- follow it. Be where you want to be.
Dirt road drive with the windows down. Felt the willows on my palm. Danced in the lupins and picked the mint leaves all day long.
Get the hell outside.
I figure I should start figuring shit out. But I'll figure it out tomorrow, and tomorrow I'll say the same.
My heals are young but cracked and worn. They have pull me where they want to go and I move them where I choose to go. We do not argue, my heels and I. We show each other the world, we feel sand, warm puddles, dry grass. We jump when we step on thistles. I like my heels. I hope they like me too.
I'm not sure if wonder leads to wander, or wander leads to wonder. It's more than strolling, every part of me wanders. My ears wander, my eyes, my feet, my soul. An escape to intuition. No maps, no answers.