Mar 8, 2019
4 min read
The Elegant Mystery of Hope
My Endless Quest to Get a Body I Love
The words dance around in my mind eagerly waiting for a place to live. I anxiously try to control them while simultaneously trying to preserve their order and coherence.
When they bubble up in this way I’m sure they will never appear again. It seems like a curse to be trapped in the car with all these words needing a home.
