Loneliness, the secret destroyer of movement forward.
Today, I needed… I needed something good to happen.
Restlessness, a vision.
I was incandescent, even as I felt like I was dying inside. Fire requires oxygen to burn; my soul was fuel.
Where you live matters, but how you choose to love it matters most of all.
Some people love chaos. Some people are all about their routines. I’ve got a better take on it: how about just finding your beat? How about just figuring out your rhythm?
It’s been two years since I started this. Perhaps it’s time for a refresh?