An American dream

Picture this:lights underneath the night skyfrom the airplane;they dim and light to the sound of guitar riffsthere’s men, so far awaywho knew it’d be youcurly dark haireyes that glare and don’t speakthe smile that lights up streets

Convo about caterpillars

I don’t even remember his name, but we participated in a really boring field research job in college. I worked with him quietly for a couple of sporadic days, and one day, I just decided to randomly ask him: “So if a caterpillar falls from an airplane, is it gonna die or will it bounce

Travelling contemplations