sometimes you need to take off. get in the car, put the windows down and let your hair fly from your face like your mind on the wind.
so sometimes. i plan get-aways.
sometimes i stay @home and disregard my landline and pretend like i’m young and free. sometimes i go out and watch the world walk by and i feel young and free. then sometimes i skip across waters and lands and hand myself to a new perspective for awhile and i know i’m young and free.
and most times, i get away.
some people hang on too tight. i say let go. get away. don’t come back for awhile…