Photo Therapy

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12:14 AM Michael 0 Comments

Trying to: feed myself good things and good thoughts. By: listening to music, watching awesome youtube videos, working out when I don't feel like it, surrounding myself with wonderful people, worrying less


10:03 PM Michael 0 Comments

I am just getting back from one of the most unexpected and beautiful trips of my life. And somehow - right now - i am feeling incredibly emotional. I kind of want to say sad, but not quite with such a bad connotation. perhaps...melancholy. emotional about... my past and my friends and people I know/ used to know. Is that what travel does? A reorganization of our mind? An update? Like everything is still there, but there is a new download of all these new things and sends these shock waves of connections to all of your past life experiences. I don't know. But I think this - writing - is helping. Literally came home and started vegging. Should I do laundry? Oh look the laundromat is closing. should I get groceries? I could swing that to my layover tomorrow. Proceeds to use all the strength in me to hand wash two work shirts to take on a work trip with me. Soak, let it soak, that will make it look better :) I'm happy, but I'm also sad.

This whole trip, I kept mentioning how I am physically trying to process all that I am seeing and all that I am doing. The cenotes - magic. The lagoon - no words. The beaches - never felt so relaxed. I love mexico, really. And it's like this weird feeling that more good things will come. bad things will come too. but good things come! I'm sad right now, I really am. it's the right word. I even just went through some of my treasures in my closet. Read them. Observed the handwriting. and realized that that's all gone. Today is good. I have so many special people in my life. and there's no need to rush, "going forward". Tomorrow is bring and teach us new things. Spank us, spoil us. Level us up. Nevertheless, here i am, wishing for the best.


4:27 PM Michael 0 Comments

Really they are all just figments of my imagination. All of them really. I don't know them, I don't own them. Nor should I want to? Are they dreams, or are they more quasi-realities, because they are definitely not realities. Am I in my own way to the real thing. Or is there no real thing. Surely there is. A boy can dream. What am I even saying... All my beautiful dreams, I hope you remain beautiful. And maybe, just maybe, I can wake up to one of you.