i imagine walking the street in the pouring rain where the cold drops wash all the fear; wash all the anxiety; wash all the insecurity away. i would be clean and new. i would be on a shiny, slick path and you would be able to see my reflection, clear, in the black asphalt. i …
not everything is what you'd expect
She was looking for something. A little bit of escape. A little bit of how the other half lives. There on the soft cotton platform, she watched, touched, and heard the quickening breath of one, then two, then three. The rise and fall necks bent, backs bent, minds bent. She can see every detail in …
Dixie's Road Trip 