this is my space, the place i most frequently find myself returning to.
this is where i park it first thing in the morning and last at night, where I ponder life, love, my past, present and future. it's where i most frequently spill my guts, sometimes on the keyboard, sometimes into the air. this is the place where i communicate with both the living and the dead.
often it's where i find myself eating my meals, drinking my coffee and smoking too much, where i like getting high and laughing ridiculously over some crazy shit i've read. this is also the place where i cry the most. not in bed, not in the shower, not in my easy chair, but here. this is where my feelings get processed, where the mourning takes place and any healing to be found occurs.
here is where i am surrounded by music and books, memories and hopes and endless questions. this is where i'm able to kick back, prop up my feet and let my mind wander and wonder for better or worse.
this is where i find grace and strength and the courage to keep going when i'd rather not, where i gather my thoughts, find my voice and unearth my authentic self.
11-16-2019
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