in french
i had a dream last night. don’t remember all its details but i do remember that i was speaking comfortably in french. it was smooth. seamless. quality french. i should …
funny how
i write private things in public spaces hoping the message will get across. like saying i miss you, making promises and who knows what else. but i really shouldn’t live in the …
surprise
it’s sort of like getting embarrassed…it hardly ever happens but when it does it’s a good one. a couple days ago Justin walked through the door with these–no occasion, no …
quick sick
no warning…usually i get warning. aches sore throat coughs sneezes but this one was quick. i just wish it would leave as it came.
thanks man?
as i sauntered home, critiquing the song just sung and remembering my desire to keep raising the bar for myself, i started talking to God and the words “thanks man” …