Mikayla Menzies

April 10, 2016 / 1:47 am I remember being in New Brunswick and thinking to myself, "Wow, everyone here is just like people who live in my city." It seemed that everyone was just living and making a life for themselves. It made me think. Maybe we're all the same? Lost in the proximity, trying to figure ourselves out and what really matters to us. Here I was, halfway across the country, completely in love with where I was, utterly aware I wasn't home, in my city, in my bed. I had finally created a home of myself. I cherish that moment. It made me think of traveling, of someday being able to pick up and go anywhere at anytime. Seeing, creating and feeling things I've never felt before. I want to do so many things. I feel like I now completely believe that my life is set in stone. Things will happen whether I want them too or not, weather I am afraid or not. I've realized that my heart will break, but it's embracing those feelings and not letting it break

While sitting in the passenger seat, you sit with yourself as a soul next to you makes you feel not so alone. Driving along dark empty roads, lost in a mindful chaos. Comfortable silences are so warm to me, but also send shivers down my spine. It's the staggering reality of being so in sync with the other person. An emptiness that would normally kill, slashing your mind with discomfort is actually filling your space with softness. An atmosphere so powerful, so inexplicable, touches your essence in ways you didn't know air could. "Hurricane" - This version, I listened to, driving when these thoughts came to the front of my mind. I scribbled these feelings down in a notebook. I was fascinated by the idea that being with someone in a moving car, in complete darkness, can somehow make you shiver. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vyGvX3Ksdw