oh yeah, let’s do that.

whiskey at an airport bar. the airplanes on the carpet make me anxious; just like me, they were made to fly…. but somehow ended up repeating a pattern, stuck on someone else’s floor… barely noticable as airplanes unless you take the time to look real close. shouldn’t they be happy?? …it’s a very nice airport…

lucky charm.

always the lucky charm, never the lucky.  is that how the saying goes? I’m pretty sure I got it wrong…. the right word always seems to escape me.  stupid, slippery, fleeting, falling words.  they never carry with them the weight of what they leave. I made a list of things I want to do this…