Today I relived a childhood memory.
As a little girl, the gulf war meant: no school, playing with my cousins and eating the best food Grandma made. I somehow forgot the running-to-the-shelter-wearing-a-gas-mask part.
In the pillow fort I built in my head, this was, well, kinda fun.
Tonight, as the sirens went off, I realized: I am no longer a child and this was never fun.
Lonesome George was a turtle. Well, a tortoise is more accurate, but to him it made no difference. Like others of his kind, he was slow and wrinkled, enjoyed the occasional lettuce...
There is nothing I love more than traveling. Being so small in this big world makes me feel omnipotent, for some reason.
I am a little superstitious when it comes to traveling, so...
If I could travel in time I would go back To when I had time to travel.
Don’t let it go to your head. I, too, was once their guru.
Violets aren’t blue
Violet means purple
And both come in other colors too.
He forgot to carry the one.
How come you didn't write back?
I am worried.