i’ve been hiding somewhere between here and the moon, resting my head on clouds and gazing at the sun. i’ve been at a loss for words, not because nothing has happened but because so much has happened. i don’t know what else to say.
i told sabrina, “i still don’t know what it is i should be doing, but i feel like i am closer to figuring it out.”
i am still collecting good things. i am trying not to eat too much bacon. i am enjoying the sunlight that floods my living room and marveling that i’ve lived here for over two years.