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.

Be reasonable.

Sometimes I want to throw caution to the wind. Everything would change.

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