The Above

Warplanes like dragons like some old story you'd make up when I was still young like I'd sit there wide-eyed and wait for someone with a sword like magic to fix it all.

I wish you hadn't lied to me.

The Picture

You are constantly surrounded by beautiful things. You don't need someone to put it in a frame for you and say "Look, this is beautiful."

You just need to pay attention.

The Hill

You need to be more than just another ant.

The Opening

You won't know what's on the other side until you step through. You can wait. Or you can live.

The Traveller

It's not about the light. It's about meeting people in the tunnel.

The Inside

The place you're looking for is where you are right now. You're just not seeing it.

The Pockets

“I’m jealous of children. I envy them.”
You said.

I asked you why.

“Because their pockets are empty. They don’t need to carry anything. No cell phones, wallets, car keys, cigarettes, lighters, iPods… you know what I mean? They’re free. As we get older, we give ourselves more and more things to worry about. To lose. Reasons to pat our pockets in a panic in case we’re missing something. A list to run through in our head before we walk out the front door. That’s why I envy children.”

I nodded and finished my drink, wondering if I had my wallet with me.