"Today I am searching for it, a feeling that won't go away. Today I am searching for the one that I only know, trying to break free" There's a monster I've become in the pursuit of myself.
For the past week or so there has been this goose just waddling around outside the Quesadilla Shack I work. Goose just mall walks in circles. Sometimes big circles, sometimes small circles. Sometimes ...
I haven't posted in a couple weeks. These things happen. Partially work at the Quesadilla Shack getting wacky, partially some home life stuff, partially my horrible thumb trauma. I went to a grocery ...
Not necessarily my best works, but selections that for some reason I hold in higher regard. Maybe it hit the marks I was looking to or maybe it reminds me so fully of a time, place, or experience.
