Between living this amazing life and bickering and just generally being comfortable and watching my money flow away and scaling mountains and knocking back beers and shiz, I barely have time for anything else. Time and money are slipping so quickly out of my fingers it's scaring me to death. I don't know what the future has in store for me, or for us, and it terrifies me with an intensity that is truly alarming. I don't want to go home. But maybe, just maybe, I'm already home.
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