Right before I fall asleep, I think of different dates
to go on in the different states
of the country, hoping to find love
between the very enforced-borders of
our cloudy states of mind.
A couple of things I really miss right now include the sweet timbre my boyfriend gets when he sings Amazing Grace and he tears up a bit. I miss the walk I took alone, very slowly, through the fields the above the D-Day beaches of Normandy. I miss that Parisian strawberry juice from a Chinese restaurant that was the greatest drink to ever grace my lips. I miss Canadian winters and those little kids playing a bizarre version of foosball. I like to think of myself as traveled and cultured, and yes I know the universal Truth, but not of the whole universe.