A day late. And I still hesitate. Though this time, only for the coffee to finish her brew. As it goes, for that specific kind of junkie. I can hear it. Through the open door, to the other room. I hope it finishes soon. Though that would mean I would have to get to what…
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Sunday Morning Thoughts: 1.7.18
So. I got another stamp in the ol’ passport. And a few more pages gone from blank to scribbles in the pocket notebook I had, with cheesy poetics, dedicated to only being used for travel. A good few leaves filled out, as went with this summer. Though different. Each time, each way, each day- all…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.31.17
Lots of grumbling and shouting about the end of the year two thousand seventeen. Not considered the grandest by most. Some have even stronger opinions regarding the matter. Perhaps by the end of this, I will discover where I stand on the subject. But. Another year. Ever onward towards the future. The march from birth…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.10.17
I do fear, sometimes, this is all bullshit. It snowed the other day where I live. That did help, a bit. Changing of seasons makes for nice patterns to ritualistic self-discovery.
