Dim lights and jazz music: 01 de abril de 2015
Dim lights and jazz music. Today I wanted to be a hippie, a reporter, Buddha; a person with perfect calm confidence and no doubt. You are a person of talent. You, you have got something special. I feel pressured to…
Somehow it always comes in the night: 26 de febrero de 2015
I knew I’d win the psychological war. Somehow it always comes in the night. The sky is gray and the tip of this microfiber pen is sexy and fresh. There are black soaring pinpricks way high up: birds in the…
Sitting on the patio alone: 28 de enero de 2015
Sitting on the patio alone in the shade with a lukewarm coffee. Today is sunny but there’s a luxurious cool breeze rustling the hair on my arms and whisking away any negative thoughts that flicker into being. Such as the…