This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook.
I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it?
Please be careful. Its all I have..
Thursday
Cicada serenade
It’s soft out and I am floating. That magic hour, the slow time between day & night.
Nothing hurts and I’m not crying.
My insides are okay, and I am grateful to him
