“I want to be so wrecked by this world
that there are little pieces of me everywhere.”
– L.E. Bowman
I left pieces of me on the rocks this weekend. I left bits of me on the roads I drove and with the people I love. I left my laugh in the wind and the breath from my lungs on hot, still air. The mosquitos took my blood and my family took my hugs and the days took my time and the plans took my sleep.
In the end I just hope that I have left enough of me behind to see that I have been. That I really was, that I really am.
