I owe my journal days of feed
If I think about journaling as feeding my journal it's kind of funny. But then it's also kind of sad because it makes me a neglectful parent for the past couple of days.
I imagine myself sitting on a stoop somewhere, methodically carving a chunk of pale, soft wood away from itself.
If I think about journaling as feeding my journal it's kind of funny. But then it's also kind of sad because it makes me a neglectful parent for the past couple of days.