I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you.

The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.

...life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.

We all create stories to protect ourselves.

Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.

Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway and it's the end of June. Thursday. Almost noon. And all the buttons on my corduroy coat are gone. I don't know why. I'm sorry Hailey. I don't know what to do.