You think your words are just teasing but they feel like pebbles hitting my heart, a little pointy knife poking, poking, poking. They connect when I least expect it. They chip away at my being and I can’t be near you.
Maybe I’m too nice. I want love and kind words whether we’re alone or in a crowd. I want you to feel love and hear kind words.
Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know you.
Later….. there’s something about being outside. I feel so confined inside. On weekends when I was a teenager and dateless, I would take a walk at night and just walk and think. It was so peaceful. These days I just sit on our porch or out by the garden reading or I just close my eyes and drift off.
Thoughts From The Passenger Seat 