from the passenger seat: quietly strumming away, waiting on forever
from the passenger seat: i love you without knowing how, when, or from where. i love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
from the passenger seat: she lay in the dark, listening to echo of crickets & the earth, swathed in the dark & cold & the constant ache of one who wants to know the unknowable things of the universe.
from the passenger seat: premptive season of joy
from the passenger seat: echoes of who we were
from the passenger seat: this is for the thousands of conversations that we will never share
from the passenger seat: ‘But if you took every memory, every moment and stretched them out end to end, - they’d reach forever’
from the passenger seat: I'm an outsider by choice, she said, but I'm hoping that won't be my choice forever. ~ Story People
from the passenger seat: Look! It's not a flower!
from the passenger seat: Fear binds the world. Forgiveness sets it free.
from the passenger seat: That's what a hamburgers all about
from the passenger seat: All dressed up with nowhere to go
from the passenger seat: I have a writer's memory, which makes everything worse than it maybe actually was
from the passenger seat: Did you have to simply know what you wanted, and reach through the fog for it?