Molasses thick clouds stretch the sky like pulled cords of salt water taffy.
I stop.
Is the sky expanding before me?
My chest sinks into the gooey love place, embracing its smallness.
Everything I need, I already have.
Molasses thick clouds stretch the sky like pulled cords of salt water taffy.
I stop.
Is the sky expanding before me?
My chest sinks into the gooey love place, embracing its smallness.
Everything I need, I already have.
I heard about a guy once who wrote a book about his journey and other things and a lot of his sentences started like I started this one.
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The grammar, incomplete sentences and all the boring (but geekily important) stuff about writing correctly drove me nuts while reading Donald Miller’s A Million Miles in a Thousand Years.
Yeah, I cried.
All the rambling sentences aside. It’s a good story. It’s a great story. It’s a transformative story.
Here’s a bit of a new story. Told in his style.
Sometimes I wonder if all this spectating isn’t good for me. I watch TV. Go to a show. Read a book. Laugh at a movie. I’m enjoying it all. I’m relaxing. It’s great.