The other day I was driving alone. The windows were down, a warm 70-degrees wind blew through my hair hinting at Spring coming soon to Texas, and I was singing my heart out as I leisurely drove the winding back streets. “Strangest Thing” by The War on Drugs came through, and I must’ve replayed it…
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This will be one of those sessions where I just let my thoughts flow. Inhale, Exhale. I’ve had to sit here uncomfortable, already deleted a few sentences that just did not feel right. To hell with it, I think, something needs to come out and I won’t get there unless I explore this without critiquing…
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Since returning back from Soltara, life has seemed – dull. Empty, really, and I feel like I am searching for something meaningful in all the monotony of each new day. For everyone else around me, things seem the same, they feel the same, but I… I am different, somehow. For years, I carried around pain,…
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