sobriety.revelations.reckoning
Not fml, but fuck my brain. The endless ruminations about the future and the past; the constant search for the next place, be it near or far, the lack of closure; all of it is seriously eating any semblance of joy I was hanging onto. There’s something about the stark coldness of the new year. […]
Perception is a funny beast. This morning, when I was walking to the beach, in my ballcap, bikini and flannel, I looked around at the fellow early morning sand steppers. There were just a few; two families, a fitness guy, a fisherman and a handful of older women. Sitting cross-legged on a rainbow towel, writing […]
