Writing

I want to do a lot of things, but I’m not doing them all. How do other people do all the things? I’m going to try and figure it out.

Someone give me a map to red wine, and khinkali, to peaches and fried chicken, or that Ray Charles song everyone loves singing to me.

I imagine finding you on the train on the way to Berlin. We’re sipping our cups of coffee, careful not to burn our tongues so our mouths could speak.

“I’m dancing with a girl who doesn’t know how to slow down”