There are moments of clarity daily. They open me up with a breath and keep me calm. They feed me the answers. And they hold me lovingly. They are gospelstitches. My childish ass has got to let them heal. This feud I’m having with myself isn’t even original, but goddamn it is thick and rooted.
Here’s to today, slowing down, suspending judgment, and breaststrokes through chaos.” —Growing Up Slowly, a journal entry | Buddy Wakefield
Some are burning, some have rosen
Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them
Some are just a brutal repercussion of devotion
Mine are all of the above cause everything leads to erosion” —Battery | Aesop Rock