Friday, April 30, 2010

Stroll

Do you ever have the urge to put on your shoes, open the front door, step outside, and start walking, keep walking until you've left all that you were and all that you knew behind you? I have that urge. But I fear that all that I was and all that I knew would follow me, tethered to a long string, determined not to let go. If I only had a pair of scissors and the resolve to cut.....


3 comments:

justin hollar said...

paris, texas much?

erin said...

Ha.

sommer marie said...

Erin, I feel like this every day...