I’m currently surrounded by friends on a bus to Colorado and as I pretend to be into the conversations and jokes, my mind is elsewhere. Writing page after page on my phone of thoughts, concerns, and dreams to the hum of worthless chatter. I’m a complicatedly simple woman if that makes any sense at all. I’m so basic in the things I need and love. A summer night. A bottle of Makers Mark. A No. 2 pencil and the back of a Target reciept. I don’t think anyone here understands that. I often wonder how many people I know are like that, polar opposites of the person they are presumed to be in the day to day runnings.