Made a playlist, then unmade it.
How often does anyone take the time to destroy their creations?
Willing to welcome loss. Send into the wind what cannot be recovered again.
My escape has become others' in inspiration. A flag of hope.
I should plant some poppies, I always think they're dope.
I keep finding my way back to Balboa, again and again.
Bird Park this time. Big grin.
45 minutes to kill, good time to walk this girl.
Lost and found. I keep seeing signs all around.
Collecting things like it’s the 1930’s. Writing stories about men named Juan, in trees, talking about Starseeds.
"What are you buying them for?"
"I'm an artist, I’m gonna use them to display my drawings at events."
"Oh! That's so awesome!"
Six 7-foot wire grids do fit just fine in the Tesla.
"Do you want to get together sometime next week after work?"
"No, not really." I can't hide my disgust.
Then again, "if it gets too hot at my place I might take the bike out."
"If you do come scoop me up."
Heart emoji.
I did say I wanted to find a place to go walk today. And here we landed. Thanks universe for always listening.
Maldon sea salt flakes are the best. I’ll fight anyone who disagrees at their request.
I dated a helicopter pilot for a little while. His dad was really quirky, from the East Coast.
He'd take cuttings of every plant he saw, absconding with them, pockets full every time.
That's who I want to become. From Captain Erica to good ol' major Tom.
Ate a fat steak and spent a few hours writing. This routine I could find comforting.
Slept on the sofa downstairs last night. Too warm in the loft. Fell asleep under red lights. Sheepskin cozy, closed eyes.
Woke up early to greet the sun. No matter what, it will feel like I’ve won.
