the bitterness endures, despite the harsh sun. i suppose i should take comfort in the fact that nothing changes: the harsh remains constant, and as always, it kills my buzz. time has a funny way of separating emotions from memories. that’s the major part of this so-called “moving on” theory, right? that time heals all? […]

my friend, Dan, is a poet. He writes amazing stuff that borders on legendarily sick. i’ve often thought that good words are words that stick in your mind looooong after you’ve read them, and so many of Dan’s words fill mine. Dan’s the man who gives me flight when my wings are jaded. Recently, Dan […]