i’m running away.
my bags are packed, eagerly tucked into the open trunk of my car. no horse and buggy, no pounding the pavement..not just yet. i have miles to rack up before i truly escape. the stars are fading into that pinkish dawn and my hands are aching to grasp the wheel. soon i’ll be chasing the lines on the road, the hum of the engine, the widest expanse of future unfurling around every bend. where to? at least ten places, a magic number. and in them all, a new life to live. a new dialect to be spoken. a thousand lifetimes stretch before me as the day yawns into existence. faster faster faster, sun! i can’t wait to run.
let’s hit the road.
i am one girl with a collection to make, homage to pay in ten cities, a car, some clothes, and a ton of writing to pour forth. i like cats, big and small, new people, old people, feathers, foxes, history, music, mornings and comfort. let’s see what we can’t make together, World.