“It’s hard not to cry when I think of Thompson Road in the passenger seat of that car you stole, and your hand rolled cigarettes with their ashes floating out the window. I was electrified, I was terrified, I was young, and that lonely highway didn’t mind. You were blue-eyed and lovedrunk. I was fascinated. I was wide-eyed and willing. I was whole and now I’m wilting; but I’m still fascinated. I’m still wide-eyed, I’m still reeling. I’m still pulling at what pleated pieces of you I’ve got left in the bottom of my pockets.”
electrofied February 17, 2011
thought January 22, 2011
How we think shows through in how we act. Attitudes are mirrors of the mind. They reflect thinking.
— David J. Schwartz
Appearances only last for so long, but what lies deep inside you will last a life time