you don’t arrive.
there is no such thing as destinations
there is no such thing as destinations
The long-haired, barefoot screamer gave me a big hug and asked me about my life.
It takes us to a place where pain and rejection don’t exist, but neither does beauty or intimacy.
There was the wild night in Paraty dancing behind the Gecko Chill Bar, which ended with me running five miles barefoot along the river and collapsing on the front steps of a cathedral on the edge of town.
We can each name half a dozen songs about being alone in a crowded room, or maybe while sitting next to a lover, but is that really loneliness?
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