RIP Whitney. We will always love you.
Time Cools All Jets
It’s amazing how life turns around and figures out the right path for you to take. After that last extreme post I wrote, relieving all that steam and static energy begging to burst out of the flesh, my shoulders feel so much lighter. Yes, metaphorically, but literally as well. I couldn’t feel more relaxed and ready to move forward. Also on a side note, last night I met up with a...
As buoyant as I wish this blog to be, I am unable to lie no longer. I am stranded. Away from what I thought it all would undoubtedly evolve into. Optimistically, life goes on, I know it will all work out in the end. But at the moment, right at this very second, I couldn’t feel more foreign here than I already do. Claustrophobia digs deep into my thoughts, the inability to perform tears...