When I was two years old, I snuck out of the house without telling anyone. To my mother’s shock, this big-headed boy with an afro mustered the strength and dexterity to pry the front-door open...
For some reason, this essay is exactly what I needed and was wandering to find. If I had more vocabulary (and talent), this could have been written by me because I related so much (except for the travel part). I have learned at the right moment (I practice not saying too late) that I should wander into nothingness more often. Thank you for this.
Beautiful essay, and wise. So nice meeting you today in Foster, Tobi!
Lovely post! constantly trying to release my grip
This is true! Resonates so much with me. Thanks for sharing