Disappearing (Again)

and trying to live

Two sets of comfy clothes, a carefully crafted playlist, my aged moleskin journal, and a camera. That’s all I need to disappear, to fall off the face of the earth, to bury myself in my thoughts that make me see life as a paradox.

I’m often in my head, but when life gets a little crazy, I tend to isolate myself, leaving me to thoughts that spin round n’ round. Big life…