I am nothing. I feel like nothing. I want my life to matter. What if one day I'm gone and nobody ever knew I existed?
Vikki WakefieldI was hard-wired to run when I cared too much
Vikki WakefieldWhy did everyone have to be so goddamn needy?
Vikki WakefieldI told her about the best and the worst. The slow and sleepy places where weekdays rolled past like weekends and Mondays didn’t matter. Battered shacks perched on cliffs overlooking the endless, rumpled sea. Afternoons spent waiting on the docks, swinging my legs off a pier until boats rolled in with crates full of oysters and crayfish still gasping. Pulling fishhooks out of my feet because I never wore shoes, playing with other kids whose names I never knew. Those were the unforgettable summers. There were outback towns where you couldn’t see the roads for red dust, grids of streets with wandering dogs and children who ran wild and swam naked in creeks. I remembered climbing ancient trees that had a heartbeat if you pressed your ear to them. Boomboom-boomboom. Dreamy nights sleeping by the campfire and waking up covered in fine ash, as if I’d slept through a nuclear holocaust. We were wanderers, always with our faces to the sun.
Vikki WakefieldTags: lovely traveling town wanderer
Joe might have called that place godforsaken but I could see a whole lot of proof that if there was a God, He’d been there.
Vikki WakefieldTags: god godforsaken
Maybe family were the people who came looking for you when you were lost.
Vikki WakefieldWatching someone you love die is like driving through a fog. You know you're headed somewhere but you can't see your hand in front of your face; you're so focused on steering without crashing that you never say the things you want to say.
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