the sea was boiling water.
the sky was boiling water.
I felt you as the sun behind me because you have a certain way of turning your head.
I am reading about ships, I am reading about ships and Nantucket and grizzled sailors who were braver than I will ever be.
I am writing, in my head, about this:
I do not often wish that I were older, not in the past few years. I am free from responsibilities that many people I know and care about have to deal with.
(my brother just almost spit toothpaste at me, unintentionally.)
but, at this moment, I wish I had the freedom of motion that some other people enjoy simply because of a birthday. I desperately want to be able to drive off somewhere at a moment's notice. I am incredibly jealous of my friend Kim, who has been bouncing around Maine, Montreal, and our little town, all summer. I want to be able to get the fuck out, but then just have to scramble gas money together to return. there are so many people and places I want to visit, so bad it makes my blood burn.
if anyone wants to go on a road trip or two, get back to me in two or three years, I'm totally up for it.
Posted by samantha at July 25, 2004 03:48 AMthe annex to this post:
i will release a dove, eventually, with no anticipation of peace.
I want to learn languages by 70s cassette tapes on long roads late at night. spanish to savannah, portuguese to new orleans.
Posted by: samm at July 25, 2004 03:52 AMdon't be too envious, it ain't all it's cracked up to be. i think some of the best times are to be had here in this little down, as crazy as it sounds.
Posted by: kimmy at July 26, 2004 10:02 PM