I’m still, slowly, putting the pieces back together. Who am I if I’m no longer a lawyer?
A yogi, for sure. A writer, too. An artist? I might. I’m puzzling, day by day, my life back together.
“When I return to Source, I will have lived, a beautiful life”.
A boy cut, hair. Don’t care.
Low cut, jeans. A sweater.
I soar up, fly high. A love story. Only it’s, not. A love story. It’s a joke. A travel diary. A journey. Of…