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Well, it happened again. An undercover lover started out as a friend. Her hair smelled like a thousand stolen waterfalls of honey. Our sideways rooftop conversations melted into black coffee mornings. “Why is there sand in your car?” She would say. “It’s fucking December.” I kept my silence. We both knew sand doesn’t discriminate nor use a Gregorian calendar. Somewhere in the distance a puppy was born with its eyes closed. Thursday turned into Friday. Green became my second favorite color. I put my hands in my back pockets and dreamed about walking west.
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I had a GREAT day
Over 760+ downloads. Thank you for your support & messages. Next up for release 17th February coping mechanisms 24th Feb open mic with our friendsStay tuned. These are recorded & will be released the next two Mondays.
Thank you to a friend
Remember when you asked me if wanted to hold your hand? I did. And...I did. I’m learning to be direct. No one had asked me that in like a million summers. One day I’ll pay it forward, and ask someone else. Real intimacy starts with trust. It doesn’t always have to be romantic. I just want to stay childlike and curious. Thank you for taking the initiative that day. I’ll never forget it.
Monday 12am Feb 10th
New podcast released w/ our beautiful and talented friend Erin
Forgotten wealth & mental health are 2 things I left behind. A note from a friend. She loves me until the end. Her words come just in time. It’s the relationships we do not seek, and forgiving ourselves before we sleep, which give us peace of mind. But Coffee meals, and sugar deals get me every fucking time.
Should I go to Carlsbad or Encinitas California for 3 days after my work conference? No Plan. No Car.
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