Prose before hos: July 2022

My life's changed, again

I feel the weight on my shoulders to log in, in the eternal hope that one day I'll look back and say I had it all and I kept stressing about it. In one way, this is everything. Even if I do the bare minimum (that I won't do), I'll still figure my space out. In the larger scheme of things, none of this...

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26 July,undefined by Snobster

The Wheel

What a Summer. Something about the poetic justice of experiencing the lowest lows with incredible highs. This time, it was all too personal. A loss on one end is a gain on the other. I recall telling myself through most part of last year that perhaps I have a person in my life to teach me more about myself but it's also, in some ways,...