Wednesday, January 28, 2015


We get into crazy shapes. Trapezoids. Rectangular fields of regret - places we don't need to be.

But somehow, we navigate our way out.

I remember being in a field in Kapuskasing - puking my guts out. I bought Newcastle brown ale from a beer store, thinking I was cool, and I dry heaved most of the night.

I went there for love, but love never found me.

But that's alright - because love is bigger than me - and will always be.

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