the birds tend to look so small from here,
as tiny dots of time mix into the sides of my beer.
with such sore muscles and an ever-happy heart,
i am brought now today to this lingering art.
things i am learning..
if someone made a mixtape about me i would want it to include “attaboy.”
moderation is difficult for me, with mostly all things.
my mental health is completely dependent on my physical health.
reducing the codependency between my wife and i is greatly nourishing my spirit [and hers, i think].
as my confidence has dropped, my anxiousness and social awkwardness have skyrocketed.
everyone, everyone is fucked up–i am actually far closer to normal than i have ever, ever believed.