What y’all left behind

It’s difficult not to think about on a rainy afternoon in January when you live in a one bedroom apartment by yourself in a suburb of Sacramento believe it or not, it really is so hard not to look back on the shit I kept and the shit I’ve thrown away see I’ve thrown away…

High Noon at The Tropic of Capricorn

We don’t get magical second chances sentient being but we get a shot anew nonetheless if we ever meet dawn again after what never really feels like rest and We don’t have more daylight than we need human being and yet we never have enough even when it feels like there just might be too…