it's time to write and i wish more than anything i was in new york city. the flood. i realize i am vague and confusing, but maybe that's an after affect of alcohol. i get emails from the universe. and start to think i can no longer make decisions on my own. it might be the fact that i just don't care, but then there's always justification. i don't trust it and it's something i will work on.
i haven't sat this still since ephraim.
what is love and where am i going?
