a different perspective

also sealed for freshness.

and eating at my insides.

eat its insides however you please. sealed for freshness.
and then play with it?
brilliance. here is brilliance.

i am home for an excuse of mothers day. i have temporarily physically left the scene, but it still runs ramped in my head.
i think i'm ready.

welcome home

Here I am again, and i think i know why this time? And I'd rather not have to stare at microsoft word again as long as i live. impossible. after all, i am a writer.


It's been a burnt sienna sort of day. Like one of those ones you just don't know what to do with. Maybe laugh at it?
Poor crayons. I wonder how many kids still neglect that color like I used to.

Ah, but the day has barely begun! The rain finally stopped and that four dollar bottle of cabernet is staring with red eyes. mmm.
I like it here. Even in my room i still feel like i'm a part of something. Even though I'm drained as hell i still feel alive. The connections I've established with [especially] 2 of these boys already is something I've never experienced before. ever. Terrifying and exhilarating simultaneously.

you know what else is like that? life. i'm finally learning to live and i've never felt so unsure. i love it.