i cut my hair... opened my heart... and of all places, i most missed-- Fresno.
actually, Kingsburg— the little “swedish” town i grew up in— to be exact. i know i sound freaking crazy… maui vs. fresno. HA. beaches...
the island sticks to you
the humid air is hard to breath my lungs are heavy lightheaded i float into the spaces between where does the dream really begin and...
the simple becomes... the sacred
i had the flu on friday like, death, can’t move, everything hurts, i wanna throw up and pass out kind of gnarly freaking flu being sick...
everything falls apart...
i remember a year ago or so from today sitting on the floor in my cold midtown studio crammed full of all my artwork, music supplies