Tag: growing up

• more than changing planes

  “Maybe you should go to Paris…”  “To Paris?” “It helped me a lot. Have you ever been there?” “Oh, yes. Yes. Once. I was there for thirty-five minutes.” “Thirty-five minutes?” “Changing planes…” “Oh, but Paris isn’t for changing planes, it’s… it’s for changing your outlook, for… for throwing open the windows and letting in… letting…

  Neeley

  January 15, 2016

  words

  2016, grief, growing up, life, personal, Sabrina, Virginia Woolf, words