5 AM: Time Tells Tales of Parallel Universes

The sounds of birds chirping make their way through my ajar window. An orange glow creeps along the wall, bringing the lights from the streets into my four corners. Garbage trucks trickle along the edge of the asphalt, cleaning up what was left behind. It's 5 o'clock in the morning, but my mind isn't running …

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Word of the Day 

Once upon a time, I pulled apart scraps of papers and wrote words I thought represented important topics down with a fine point sharpie. I threw them into a mason jar and randomly picked one each day to write my thoughts. That lasted maybe 5 days, or less. I can't remember. Nor is it important.  …

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Finally (Un)Settled

After taking trains, planes, buses, subways, cars and boats every couple of days and moving around between cities and countries, I've finally been somewhat settled in the London area for over a week (....it's still hard to keep track of days). But, here I am, halfway across the world, calling this apartment my "home" because …

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7 Days Later on an Island in Croatia – Lessons Learned

    And, when you're in the midst of it all, it's hard to fully collect your thoughts, feelings, and desires. You're moving at a fast pace, with roughly 40 pounds of baggage strapped to your back, arms, and innately, your insides. You're meeting people from all over the world, with hundreds of life stories …

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Late Night Rambles 

What the fuck am I so afraid of? Every person has a story, a history, a future and the power to act. Every day brings with it millions of opportunities for life to go one way or the other. It's all about choices we make and the convuluted act of just going for it.  We …

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these thoughts

We think about our thoughts we get lost we get lost looking for the off switch things come easily when you feel like you've lost it grasping movement to moment motions melt like cascades ice tips and icebergs into a pool cyclical and elusive screaming and whispering buried and too exploited these thoughts these thoughts