I sometimes...

I sometimes look at people and wonder what they are like in bed...
 
I sometimes jump in the car and take off for the day with no plans or destination just to see where the road will take me.
 
I sometimes just lay (or is it lie) in bed underneath a blanket
 
I sometimes look in the mirror, and wonder who that strange old man is looking back at me...
 
I sometimes want to be gardened naked under cool dirt with just my face exposed.
 
I sometimes just want to pack a duffel bag and drop off the grid
 
I sometimes wish there was a job that involved driving on country roads, listening to the radio and taking pictures.
 
I sometimes send an actual hand-written letter to an old friend as a means to reconnect.
 
I sometimes enjoy a food coma induced nap on a Sunday afternoon...it makes me think all is right in the world
 
I sometimes practice real life fighting situations at work
 
I sometimes give thanks to all the early humans who died figuring out which plants we can or can’t eat.
 
I sometimes wonder what the world would be like, if it wasn't run by Evil men.
 
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