memoirs_still in my hideaway, ghostly dreams

my eX sat up from where he was laying
on an old mattress
next to a big over-stuffed backpack
in the middle of the floor
in a cement walled room
adorned only by a small high window
with burglar bars on it.
.
he looked weary
as tho he’d been physically, and mentally, traveling
a rough, long, hard, and dusty journey.
he had on a dread-lock type hair covering wig
which slipped off to reveal tinfoil on his head
when he looked up at me.
.
his bare torso and arms were covered with interesting black ink tattoos
in a hieroglyphic and iconic style,
with a few words in various languages,
vague names, and a few dates interspersed
between maori & african & celtic motifs.
.
the body art started low on his waist,
wrapping & snaking up & around his chest and back
then splitting and traveling down each of his arms.
he revealed it was “his story”
and mumbled that the tattooing & the story were not finished ~ yet.
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w.o.w.~3 Lessons from my everyday happiness that will lead to my fantastic traveling {by sarah nean bruce}

for many people,
those 3 traveling lessons
in the Tiny Buddha article
might sound simpler and be easier
when they are not at home…
but ironically for me
{in my past travels
to incredible locales
with various people}
i haven’t entirely
been able to execute
these elementary exercises.
.
there was often
much expectation
and circumstance
and fear
injected and
imposed and
intertwined and
twisted
upon the situation and
the trip.
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