What is comfort? What is wholeness? When you're driving down a tree-lined back road your hair frazzled by a warm breeze, your hand tossed as it hangs out the window...this, yes, this is beauty. this is truly feeling alive. when your heart's a wreck, when you don't have all the answers but you can still find happiness in the company of a quiet companion...this is life! Reading, writing, enjoying a fancy cup of Joe. Over-hearing talks of the arts, people, places...raves, stupidity, drug usage. Ah the inspiration that flows from hot spots for vegans. where's the beef??
Yes, I've been ripped apart, yes, I haven't shaved my legs, yes, I'm hungry, yes, I've a long way to go yet but what an adventure! I can sit here in this old time European style coffee shop, my hands jittery, my legs hairy, and I can dream again! I can write again.
Here's to you my huckleberry friend.
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