Oh man, just to think, just to dream, just to watch the clouds and imagine what could be.
Sometimes I think about things that happened once.
Once I painted my face with my mom's lipstick to put on a show. I didn't know she'd be mad.
That makes me think that I figured out by the age of eight that whenever I expected my mom to be mad she never was. It was when I never expected that it happened.
Now I'm thinking about that . . . thinking is like taking a trip with no map.
--me strauss Letting me be