Chemicals&Colors

Fickle Resolve
Volatile relationships, changing blows, and secret friends. These past couple of weeks have been a tried test of spontaneous alcoholism and brutal reality. Positive friends will attract positive friends and the negative will draw a pit to sink your stomach. Everyone can't love you, nor can you continue coasting through your life with ease.

Tired Feet & Still Water
I'm a lot stronger than I used to be. Exploring the areas I grew up in-taking in the sun and the scenery. Still uncomfortable with self image, still second guessing conversations, and stepping through egg shells with acquaintances and distant friends . Though I suppose my time spent stagnant in the doldrums of the atlantic, allowed me time for the sun to settle the water - the waves rest gentle as the graves of friendships ended with an unrested sense of malice. At least with this gone it won't be long until the sun breaks for dawn and I can continue sailing.

Anchor
I'll refocus my attention to my anchors-the things I can depend on to pull me through whatever fog I just came from. Focus on my growth, my health, my business. Less being the 20-something dream hugger that idealizes friendships and romantic relationships and more of the make shit/get shit done. To feel grounded would mean a stable surface to continue towards my goals of success. Always busy being awesome.