Civilization (5)
2003, sixth month of my journey. I found myself adjusting to a new world and having to let the old one go, my lifeline to the start of my journey snapped, a future to be rewritten, an end I knew was coming finally hit, and hard. Strange to think of me at 19, with a book and a box of crayons venting my frustration and anger and sadness alone to the universe.
It's funny how it's almost funny now, how I've come so far and wouldn't have it any other way, how this experience freed me to find life again, untethered. Just to prove life isn't all sadness and I didn't write these all tonight, here in a current photo from this evening.
Much love. It is still the most beautiful thing we've ever created.
We had a lot of angst in our teens that has turned us into weirdos in older age. Those are my thoughts at present anyways. That and that last picture is a work of art.👍 You give me one 🍆 and I give you two 🎩🎩
I'm sure we were bound to be weird, in our genes👪👨👩👧. This angst was the best of times.
who did you hurt?
Funny to see you with an eggplant, I had to doublecheck twice!
She hurt me, and definitely an eggplant, an emoji joke😂