I had told myself that come September I would finally sit down and write something explaining my experience of the last 3 months. something vague in all of the right places. something sharp and cutting and grey when I spoke of the loss. something tangible enough to explain the hole someone can leave in your life. something riveting and colorful when I described the joyful bits. something that might pull at the gut and migrate to the throat.
I have said so much already though. spoken of it enough for a while it seems. words have escaped me.
it’s September. autumn is a season I feel made for. I am breathing easier on a cellular level. my bones are carrying less weight. I keep telling myself
.breathe deep.be well.travel safe.give them hell.
Being on tour = meeting and hanging out with really lovely people + what is ‘kisses’?
Who wants to start a pop punk band? Being on tour with Three’s Away, and listening to their set every night makes me want to write songs with catchy hooks and “whoa”s…
Holy shit, managing to keep my smoking, drinking, sleeping, and stage nerves all in check! Hurray fer personal milestones
I just woke up a little while ago from a long night. I can hear bacon cooking in the kitchen, our host singing quietly to herself as she works. It’s amazing to me the kind of hospitality that we’ve been received with the past two nights. Delicious food, great company, comfortable surfaces for sleep, and drinks for those who wanted them.