Every so often I feel like going on a wild road trip, thinking I just need to see more parts of the country.
I don't know where I want to go, though. I just think, though, that it's important to remind ourselves how small we are every once and a while. Or daily, really. It's not that we're completely insignificant, but there's so much out there in the world that we haven't seen yet, so I don't know why I hold and hold and hold onto things. It's not as if I'll forget them, I remember so much.
But I think it's unhealthy to try to re-live things. Because there are some things that are constant in our lives (for me, it's cookies, and music, and my friends, and my cousins, and my mom, and these days it's even my dad most of the time) that can always be present, and others that can't, I guess, like old loves and old feelings and old weights and old laughs, even if the joke is still funny, or the person is still beautiful, or whatever.
I guess that all I'm trying to say is that there are so many people and things I've never seen or smelled or touched or tasted, there are even words I've never said or written into anything at all.
I just want to drive and drive, but I can't be all places at once, because here at school is a good good place to be.
I need to stop stretching myself so thin and just be where I am.
Thank you thank you, where I am.
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You have a way with words, lady.
You should be aware that someone has stolen your name, and she too is a writer.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0513658/
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