Thinking of before, losing sleep
Wishing, wanting, needing, not here
Pushing away, my thoughts are elsewhere.
I am going through the motions, keeping afloat while still taking on water.
Losing the battle, drowning is next.
Monday
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On arrival at our desert wild camp Layne took a look around and pronounced
“one night only here, I think. It’s not attractive.” And I will say the
place is...
1 day ago
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So. You ok?
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