I could choose chaos
and the ground didn’t disappear beneath me.
This is a public journal
of things I made,
things I abandoned,
and the privilege of trying again.
and the unending path of looking for approval, recognition, and success…
I could choose chaos
and the ground didn’t disappear beneath me.
This is a public journal
of things I made,
things I abandoned,
and the privilege of trying again.
and the unending path of looking for approval, recognition, and success…