"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
How to tell a story
Thursday, April 14, 2016
A part of me is impatient to hit the road. Another wants to remain here, burying myself in favorite lit and music, boycotting the news. Still another, cashing in while I'm ahead.
What keeps me grounded is Sketch. He's a cosmic clown, cracking me up constantly, reminding me that Nature wins.