Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.19.17

Oh! To wonder about where one is from where one once was! To attempt to think of the self from the stance of some former self. A you from long, or short, ago. To place the situation of actualities in the current under the lens of younger days. You know, what I mean. Would ten-year-old…

Last Trip

At 6:35am, he had his first beer. First cigarette at 6:41. He had met someone. The night before. Not intending too. Which might be why it bounced so heavily about his mind.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.12.17

I’m late this week. And I missed the week before entirely. Not through intention. Or from doing nothing. But a Sunday passed with no mutterings from me. Then, came another. And still, thoughts stuck to my mind only. And though the ol’ thoughts wandered many a place, I think now of whether missing a week…