Thursday, June 22, 2017
Today's OneWord: Spiral
Somehow, I figured that maybe everything wouldn't spiral out of control; that everything would just work out, and I wouldn't have to pick up the pieces of something that I didn't expect to break. Well, here I am, collecting shards in a dust bin, scratching up the palms of my hands while doing so because I don't have a broom. Here I am, in the middle of Portland, Oregon, smoking a cigarette outside a piercing shop even though I hate the smell and taste of cigarettes.