A writer(?) Looses his memory of the present and recent past, but remembers details of his life thirty to fifty years past.
He writes about these events and captures a whole new audience (that changes his life).
Ambition leaking from a broken bottle that I threw away. Disease spilled our dreams upon the floor. Jazz muted in the back of my mind. I can no longer hear your advice, but I can still take it. I’m going to make it, I promise I’ll try. The
Late-night thoughts…💭 Holding on to the roots of a brittle tree that gave way in his hands, breaking off piece by piece. New growth replaced what was lost, but as it grew from his chest, it left in its place a vulnerability to be protected, though often neglected. What'
This year, I will turn 50 years old. Half a century of experiences to draw from, and a future, a life that I don’t always feel that I am in control of. I can pick and choose what I want to share about what was good, and things that didn’t go so well over the past year, or I can begin anew.
Thought I’d offer some levity from my usual melancholy hot takes… Thoughts are fleeting, however, and the state of the world has only amplified my anxiety. I did make it a priority to read and write more over the past week. I found a new favorite app to track