This is who I want to be. Small shop owner, in which I’m the only employee. No drama except my own. Come and go as
“Goodbye yesterday… It’s not me, it’s you. You just hurt too much.” Missing all of my people right now. Can’t explain it. It’s heavy. As
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I heard someone once say… you can’t put your arms around a memory. I’ll never let that get the better of me, for in a
Can I even write? Will it be worth our time?
Early mornings I have the same routine. Wake up, put coffee on, jump into the shower… now this is where my mind starts to poke
Tempo of the keys..
I developed this obsessive thought about owning a typewriter. After a memory came about in a dream, of when I was young and my grandfather