3:17AM
WorriedMarijuana, aboriginal Australians, my future, my past, a friend on opium
It all intertwines at this very moment. I feel in place.
Lonely
Blown
Fourteen MonthsThere is beauty in breakdown. There is something to be cherished in every whimper, every tear. It is in our most weak moments when we find ourselves. Weakness destroys the façade, stops the show we put on, and brings forth the very essence of being, the very beauty of life. Reality hits us like a brick in the face, and there is nothing more real than weakness. There is nothing more real than sharing a moment of weakness with another person, and feeling the connection, the bond that makes us all human. There is a welcoming silence in my house, one which I am afraid to distuFourteen Months
hope yer havin a good break. I'm home sick, talk to you later.
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