In that moment I swear we were infinite.
Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.
Again, the troubling gap between word and meaning. My feeble language skills could not bear the weight of such a laden experience.
I'm totally the Han Solo
I'm not raising my hand.
Now, I have always loved ghost stories. Perhaps because people often seem to vaguely sense my own presence while rarely acknowledging it. I've been brushed off like a specter, a chill.
Picnic supper while watching an outdoor movie.
The supper you packed in with you on your hike.
A candlelit dinner at a nice restaurant.
Don't care what it is, so long as it's not at my house.
PB & J in front of the television.
Hamburgers, fries, and milkshakes.
80's New Wave
Jack the Ripper