because even a month ago, i would’ve been over the moon to know that a horse awaited my arrival out at the barn. it doesn’t matter how difficult, headstrong, disrespectful, and prone to bolting that horse might be. she’s there, and i should be, too.
I love, I listen, I laugh. I sing, I care, I write. I run for myself and from myself. Narrow-mindedness has no place here. With me you'll find lots of words, silliness and sarcasm, contemplation, and above all, music. Always music.
