January 2011
4 posts
I’m choking on my words. Sometimes I sit there and I have a million things running through my mind, something to add, but what ends up coming out is complete silence. Its like it hurts to speak because my voice, and hearing my own voice makes my existence here more of a reality. I didn’t know getting back into the groove of things would be so difficult. It’s scary.
Me and Brotha Matt. You know, just the everyday...
Me: Mott, brotha. I still have thy wishbone
Matt: The bonds of wishing must be renewed through breaking the bones of the choosen fowl.
I’d be lying if I told you my heart wasn’t still breaking, although on an upside, I think it’s slowly getting better with time. These past 5 months of my life was the most amazing time I’ve ever had. Living, laughing and loving all the way. It’s true what they say, after an experience like that it does really stick to you like a tattoo. And although I’m...
I fucking miss you Việt Nam.