Resuscitation...clear?
Popular belief leads me to believe that I only write slash post anything in times of gloom and or times of difficulty. Seeing that I have not posted anything for a while shows that I have been stuck somewhere in the middle. Apparently the fall chill has brought with it a breeze of change. Woosh. Commence blog. With a flooded basement and an empty heart I come now with a new found 2nd wind. While the prospect of eternal collegiate enrollment frightens me to death I take comfort in my friends and new acquaintances. While part of me is trying to crush this jr.high giddy feeling,another piece of me is willing to let it ride. A series of good days have compelled me to do so. So fuck off the shakes and shake off the fucks, "It's easy to fish when you are anchored but we ran out of chain yesterday." Late night dancing and early morning kisses have compelled me to drift...and my compass is broken. Fuck it, I hear its the journey that counts.