It would be quite fitting that I stumble my way back here at exactly this date: two days away from it being an entire year from my last posting.
Simply putting it, I've been busy. But if we're being honest, I've been living, which is a lot more than just having a busy schedule. I've been up and down and this way and that, emotions to emotionless, tired to awake, drunk to sober. And in no particular order. But that's life isn't it? A constant mess of a timeline that won't make sense to anyone unless in hindsight.
So here's to blurry vision. Arrows. Wands. Newspapers. Wine. And pillows. All of which I've had almost a lethal dose of this year.
See me for what you will, or don't. At this point — frankly — I couldn't care less.
