I'm doing it!
Hello world! Are you reading this? I'm writing this with my emotional fingers over my eyes. What I see through my fingers is you, shy eyes but bottomless. I want to dedicate myself to you, maybe not my whole self, but a healthy helping of me. I have a lot going on you see. My schedule is stacked but flexible, where are you anyway? (How do I keep this flow but paint a picture) IMAGINE I'm on my bike, sweating profusely, probably scowling a bit. I'm at work, I'm at yoga, I'm with a group of friends crafting some junk (ceramics, drawings, copper crocheting whatever). Now I'm driving, too fast, but efficient as fuck. Getting groceries at King Meats in Brighton. Everything is brightly colored with a fine film of dust and spilled food, it all has a place, all of it cherished. So where are you?