Distance.

He sipped tea from the disposable paper cup, under a tree, enjoying the drizzle and petrichor. She stirred the mocha, her eyes, aimless. He put on weight; the tee shirt has gotten a little tight and life, hopeless as ever. She burst out laughing as her friends approached her, teasing her about the boy who … Continue reading Distance.

Wandering thoughts.

We see things happen that often make us laugh, like someone we know getting into trouble; “Oh he stepped on a banana peel and fell” Or “He stepped on shit” It’s not always stepping on something, falling, hurting ourselves, falling sick, sometimes even death is a laughed at. Why do we do that? Why do … Continue reading Wandering thoughts.