You dare travel on the sacred road, although you may not know the end.
Lighting a cigarette with a sense of achievement for company made the journey worth it.
As academia became my identity, my fascination with firefighters became buried and, seemingly, died.
Maybe if you allowed me to blow off some steam, I wouldn’t have been so frustrated when I had to find higher order fucking derivatives.
Acting with confidence, but inside lacking certainty, I’d told her I could.
My sense of misadventure took over and I began looking at my problems as challenges.
It was a start, and a start is all anyone needs to put an end to something.
It was my duty as a mother to invade your privacy and search your room. I’m just glad you weren’t hiding an illegal drug.
Looking back really does make you wonder, but the truth is it doesn’t change a thing.
The stretch of Bruce Highway between Gin Gin and Miriam Vale was long and lonesome.