Little messes become inevitable when you become close to people. They change how you are and help you grow. The big messes become tumultuous, crashing worlds down potentially burning those around. Those times, many seek shelter, others run.
Locked in and ready to go, the passenger waits for the driver to make his move. In this case, I am waiting, fingers tapping against the armrest. I can feel the heat coming off the back of my neck and try to take some silent deep breaths. The driver looks over to me and I … Continue reading The Car Ride