Standing like a straight pencil. I was too lazy to get out of bed and walk around or be too tall and too straight.
Is an octahedron a stop sign shape? I’m thinking no… pretty sure that ends in ‘ogon’. Tobo-gone – the trail you see as the toboggan falls away over the hill and out of site. Oh, gone.
Oh gosh, Oh golly. I’m glad this is a space where friends can bring forward what they’ve been carrying – it’s not easy to do. It takes time, and one person’s time doesn’t look like anyone else’s time. Battling depression – it’s weird because it’s hard to know if you have it – it’s hard for a depressed brain to self-diagnose. It was frustrating crying all the time – feeling lost, unclear, uncertain. I think I’m slowly coming out of it though, at least the real self-loathing stuff. Wading through that was a terrible beast.
Remember those cabins in the woods? Let’s go there.
where rivers are born 