A Pocket & A Dream…

A few months back I had received a package in the mail.  I didn’t know what this mystery package was at first. It looked official, too thick to be junk mail, not a usual letter size either. It wasn’t a square, it wasn’t a rectangle, it was just a minallla secret.

I’ve always said I would travel the world once I was finished with school. That idea still exists but I am caught up in things current at home. I am trying to find my place always because I want to be better but it seems at times I’m still adjusting to being home. If that makes no sense, I understand, it’s just there are places I’ve never seen in America. States, bridges, rivers, casinos, and a whole lot of other stuff. I need to discover this place first, before I go anywhere else. 

I must take a train across the United States and visit these places. I don’t want to fly, that is too fast to go anywhere. I definitely don’t want to drive, cars require way too much attention, and I want to be focused on the trip. A train makes sense, you never leave the ground and it doesn’t need you to accelerate or find decent radio signals as you enter new territory. 

I remember what the envelope is….

I don’t know if I’ll fly, or take a boat to cross the sea. I could be chilling in the cockpit or have everyone be calling me skipper. I rip open the package, it’s tailored to my design. So simple yet elegant, a empty book, my passport.



Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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