Tattoos and endless blue skies with cotton-ball clouds sailing past, foot traffic on an interstate overpass and international pho. Hummus wraps in the shade and scuffed Chucks on a dirt road. I’ve always missed the best things when they were ripe for the taking. Where is my mind? Where is my mind?
What am I doing? Dear mind, come back, reign in, settle down.
Sometimes I want to throw caution to the wind. Everything would change.