Wednesday, December 18

Day 500: Days Of Summer

My life is not so much a journey; it's more like a road trip to Vegas. Starts with a book, a wild heart on a bus, reading it felt like making love to someone. I'm never expecting you. I looked for you in the open air, down side streets, the vodka filled bottles of night clubs and in convenience store parking lots. As the road grew, I found my hopes unraveled. Diminished. Clinging to every moment of unemotional contention that passes me by. Deriving from everyone who is willing to offer me.

"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing."