truths.

I rush through important moments, and dwell on the insignificant.    

I fear change, but cherish the possibilities.    

I find myself drifting back to 2006, and 1999.    

I bite my nails, and pick at my scabs.    

I drink apple cider vinegar.    

I hope for rain.    

I should write more.    

I should sketch more.    

I should call more.    

I stare at the sky, and trip over things often.    

My life exists within a barn and in front of an easel.