Itasca

I'm sleeping in the back of an 87' twelve seater. Two wet towels serve as a blanket. My eyes still sting from rising embers tossed by the fire. And that's all she wrote. But boy, it is a beautiful life none the less.

Throughout my life I've given pieces of my heart to different people. And I've particular hated myself these past few weeks for this Achilles heel, but no longer. It all made perfect sense finally. Words don't mean anything at this point. Sentences could not concoct the mental brewings that I have been marinating upon. But all of those things; they no longer have meaning. It's a beautiful life, and I am excited to continue living how I'm living.