Look at the road, so long and lonely and untrodden. What lies ahead is impossible to see. It’s scary, yet tempting.
Shall we step on it?
Shall we follow it?
Yes, we shall.
(…)
You don’t feel like you’re actually leaving, do you?
No, I don’t.
But you are.
We’ll talk about that later, when I pinch myself, blink hard, and see the same funny characters staring back at me.
I dreamed of Jefferson Airplane last night. I don’t know what that may mean, but the music I listened to then was awesome.
streets and benches and malls and supermarkets
beef and sushi and beans and Chinese rice
young Tatanka Iyotake
the way you write your J’s
the names of colors
childhoods and song lyrics
words we made up
from misspelled signs
and us enjoying every minute
of the life that waited
for a very exact moment
to break the wall
between origami and bonsai lessons
and finally see each other
smile