somewhere along the way, i abandoned writing. i'm not sure if my life "depends" on it anymore. for the most part, though not without bumps here and there, i feel happy and thankful. over the past two years, i kept thinking to myself, now what can i write about? what is it that's important to me at year 30? i know what's important to me more than ( Read more... )

be it discomfort, be it pain ( Read more... )

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i haven't recorded my thoughts for a few months. instead, i've been pressing play and living. i haven't resorted to the need to work out thoughts with written word, like i used to before, like my life depended on it. this has meant i haven't been stuck on something troubling for awhile. i have been happy. in a way, this journal has been like ( Read more... )

the perpetual gust of wind ( Read more... )

you became more lucid to me ( Read more... )

near the bottom of the mountain ( Read more... )

I wanted to be sure to reach you ( Read more... )

ten years ago this past thursday, i worked my first shift at the ballroom. then proceeded to get pulled over for speeding. i had to use that first paycheque to pay for that ticket i got after work. lame. this week, my paycheque went towards a much better scenerio, a lovely dinner at chambar, a favourite, with my family ( Read more... )