My inner compass says what? My inner compass says so many different things that its seemingly impossible to come down to the brass tacks. I'm sitting on a couch next to my new found friend and neighbor and when I type the truth I feel it in my bones. But I shudder when I'm asked to reveal this nonsense blog half blog half ass journal.
Chelsea Wolfe is playing and I've never heard her, I need to remember to lay on my back and listen to this once again.
Am I leaving am I staying, liquid courage gives me hope to stay remember track two on that one album with the white out eyes. Moses. Can you. Carry. Heavy. Cause I can't. Take it. Can't hold on. Much lonnnnger.
Moses.
