it is morning
and on the freeway, it was sigur ros and i.
the sky was mostly black with small spects of red.
i was planning on getting coffee and becoming a host once again.
and here i am.
plans of opening up old boxes and finding half junk and half treasures of my past in my mother's garage is always kinda fun.
old love letters, diaries, dirty shoes, clothes, pictures, etc etc.
makes you remember who you once were
makes you forget what you thought you'd be.
so much is happening, yet at the same time sometimes i feel the lull.
but more so, i feel the change that is going to come
or the transformation that is already occuring.