Question Marks and Bleeding Hearts

Last night someone I care deeply about asked me "What do you love most?"

All I could say was "That's a scary question"

Then I thought about it. It IS scary, mostly because I don't have an answer. There is no one thing that I love the most.

Kinda sucks

Ghosts Of Months Past

Four months down the road.

Things change at as fast of a pace as they always have. The only difference is that now I can feel the changes coming.

I've lost and gained a lot in the last 4 months. Experienced so much more. Made new friends, lost old friends, stopped writing, started writing, toured...twice, drank...a lot, and that's just the tip of the iceberg.

How often will I update this? Probably not as often as I'd like to think, but I'll try, I just don't want to look back and think it was dumb. But that's life.