Thomas Benson
Stories (3/0)
Keep Writing
She told me to keep writing in a letter, but somehow, I could not bare to even think of why I should do such a thing anymore. My heart was broken, a young 16-year-old admiring a high school affair, but with her goals of being ahead of me, I guess it was clear to me that she did not want me around anymore. So, I kept writing and writing, poetry to additional stories. This is not my first go round or last because this was a previous task as a younger lad.
By Thomas Benson3 years ago in Journal
You Cannot Attend Everything...
I am going to let you all in on a deep secret that I either hinted or just probably mentioned in one of my earlier blogs, but here it goes. I sadly could not attend my own mother’s funeral. To this very day, it is something that bothers me on so many levels since she was my only mother.
By Thomas Benson3 years ago in Families
Samsonite Road
From New Jersey to North Carolina, South Carolina to Georgia, Maryland to Florida. I strive in different areas and embrace different settings of time. From the different lingos to the rise of the sun in different areas of the city, it just seems like an addiction to me. To roam freely across every area within the world. Sort of like a Dr Suess story come to life, but my color is not green nor do I have a furry frame. I used to scoff at the thoughts of running to a train just to make it to my next destination, or getting jet lag during a two hour flight (such an amateur). But, the thrill of hearing transportation information, train engine exhaust, and a groggy self going to a gas station to get a gatorade and relieving myself after a few hours on the road seems like a habit in a blessing.
By Thomas Benson3 years ago in Wander