I want to spend New Year’s with Brian and kiss him at midnight.
I want to travel together for a few more days until I have to start work again and not be able to travel with him anymore.
He wants to stop travelling tomorrow and find a job instead.
And he’s not the same since he’s been thinking about that constantly.
…
“We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.”
— Ray Bradbury.
'Cuz in my head there’s a Greyhound station
where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations,
so they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here.
I write things.
and
I dig tea.
My name is Kat.
Tell me something.
