Sleighted again by those of whom I put love and trust into:
My Chinese medicine student.
My list of friends grows shorter.
My list of aches and pains grows longer.
Who is this man staring back at me in the mirror?
With the gray stubble on his chin?
With a slight limp in his gait?
With a shoulder injury well hidden by a fierce punch?
Wo shi shei?
The one thing I had learned in my sixteen years was that you couldn’t count on anyone to stick around. Opening yourself up only causes trouble in the end.
― Shana Norris
while I wander aimlessly
I can do it in style
I can do it with music
from the soul.