I just spent an hour blogging some really good ish, but I clicked on the wrong button and lost it all. I’ll save you guys a bunch of emotional reading and just skip to the moral of my story: STOP BEING AFRAID AND JUST GO FOR IT.  Who cares if you get hurt.  That’s why…

I protected myself last night. My therapist would be proud. But it still sucks.

Echo

The white noise came back tonight.  I forgot how it felt to be in the midst of it all, yet not feel a thing.  Everything was transferred into my legs, moved through my pedals, and came out on the road.  It was freeing…but when the wheels stop, where do you go? I’ve built a new…

Quiet

When a song can say everything you wanna say, and more.  Just leave it alone.

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