On these days when I hold the Midas touch, but of dust, not gold.
I run, sprint, hide
away from this terrain of apathy and melancholy, turned inside and out of each other, over and again.
…So fucking what?
The perfect weekend…
Spring is Here. Lakey Peterson solo at Rincon Point California
Photo - ©Willie kessel
Dont Change Source - Thank You
Sometimes I just need to be alone a while. To feel sad and cry a little bit, not having any particular reason. And that’s okay.