Category Being Twenty Six.
Seventeen Days.
“And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time…” I don’t fear death, but when it comes right up to my face and smacks me with the reality of life, I can’t just ignore it. The reality is, everyone I know is going to die. I might get […]
Eighteen Days.
“We have the right, and the obligation, to tell old stories in our own ways, because they are our stories.” – Neil Gaiman My ex is still: alive, and that’s always a nice thing to know. I’m listening to: Johnny Cash, and it wasn’t my choice. Maybe I should: get ready to go home for […]
Unexpected Liberation 