Why do you find the unavailable so alluring? Where did it begin? What went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?…And what about the others that would do anything for you. Why did you make them love you until you could not stand it? And how are you both of these women – both flighty and needful? Where did you learn this, to want what does not want you? Where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?
Dear Favorite place. I'm coming home in december. It has been four years but I remember the way the green of the north is different from the green of the south. The air is cooler up there right at the corner of Botswana. My dad called today and said " Hi pumpkin, I'm in the middle of nowhere right in that corner of Botswana" and I knew he was almost home. And I know its 1000 Kilometers of not quite so tarred road. And just 45 minutes of flight away. But I'll take the long way. So I can see it outside my window as I get closer. You see just after francistown you can't really tell. But right after Nata the worst part of the road you can tell you're in the Chobe. You can smell it in the air. You can see it in that northern Green you Don't get anywhere else. And you can see it in the white sands. By now the elephants have come to play. I can always tell ...
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