Next/New Arena

I finally moved to Vegas and the abundance of city lights have made things slightly complicated.

I manifested this. I wanted to move here 2 years ago.



Got exactly what I wanted.
And what did it cost?
Everything.
Every-single-fucking-thing.


Money<Love<Friends<Stability<This

I still feel like I belong here thankfully and I gotta read up on my Bukowski to remind me of my core.
I have a hot tub I can jump into whenever I want, yet my mum is content being homeless.


I went to go make/find my fortune. Separated by over thousands of miles from my family. If I felt alone before, this is a new arena.
But I am not alone...never really.
Its better to feel this way so my armor will already be formed, in case the status changes.

This is still my pensieve and perhaps that's why I've been feeling off: All these bottled up thoughts causing me to implode.

I'm still not a poet. I'm far from a boy. I'm getting closer to becoming a man who operates like a ghost.
Guess I'm my dad.


Later Days, Longer Nights