Those Ramblings

I live in my brain. There’s running commentary 24/7, visuals both realistic and magical, thoughts, questions, images, memories constantly on loop always. This exhausts me, which is one of the reasons why I started writing. It was (is?) a place for me to take everything happening in there and put it somewhere else so I

Cotton

I have internally debated for months whether being open about my state is good for business or not. For a long time I chose not to talk about it because…

A Mood.

Taking a page out of Timothy Goodman’s book: It’s 4:18, I’m in a coffee shop loud with children and people who don’t know how to be silent, be still. It’s 4:19 now and I have no desire to be here, not the coffee shop, but this life, I have no desire to exist. An acquaintance