Tucker Cummings

Chapter 330: Nostalgia

In Uncategorized on November 26, 2011 at 2:33 am

Biting my nails and waiting for my yerba mate to cool, my mind wanders.

It’s strange. When I first left home, it was so hard to travel, so arduous to locate each new door. The longer I traveled, the easier it became to leap from place to place. But the longer I stayed out, the harder it became to live, to feel safe.

I’m not sure it was worth it, now.

I think about my first sight of death: the twin rivers of milk and blood, the cowardly way I left her there. Now, I want to embrace the end.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: