Truth be told, not all storms nest in the sky. Some roar within.
Storms begin with passionate lust of wind and this time ends in disaster. Holy shit. How things went downward into a spiral. Oddly, the other half of the situation balanced the chaotic roast of the fuming insides. A balance of an awesome job offer helps. The truth here begins with yelling out blues hues of purpose. Speaking a truth. Some find the purpose of working until death. Others find free time. Free time has allowed for great moments. I now find myself, at 20 with picking up more fucking hours at a restaurant. Thankfully, I can clean out my closet. Listen to Eminem and literally bag up clothes and clothes of what I do not need anymore. I commit to being open and curious about future en-devours. Hopefully my human self can afford life, bills, gas, and who knows what else. My goal lies in New York. Mid November a new boss proposed an onset business location to travel with her and her artwork. Fingers crossed. Jetting on a plane with an empowering woman sounds delicious. Delicious to the adventure craving bones in this human body. Remember. I don't need much. I need myself.
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