February 2012
30 posts
I like being alone.
buddhacoffee:
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being...
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☼: Traveler by Heather Sommer →
Your first time out of the country of your own skin, I didn’t bring a map.
You always hated that I’d been lucky enough to pick my way through streets
I couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals, graveyards. If you were a city, you said,
I’d only like to know your suburbs.
If you were a city, I said, I’d like to know your poor neighborhoods, your inner parts.
Read your graffiti. Drink your tap...
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