Some past writings from my pink notebook: 

~ April 22nd~

Resisting a waffle from the house

for the sake of a piece of paper.

Earning a different respect 

for breath scented with smoke

and a recent history of alcochol. 

Closing my eyes as the dice 

get rolled. 

The uneven rhythm of the 

fan constantly moving. 

The question of sustainability 

lingers but is blanketed 

by full and true happiness. 

I can relate to this now because of happiness, the question of sustainability, growing respect, and unknowns. 

~ June 5th ~

Realization: my lives are very separate and I don't think I quite like that. Really not sure what to do about it though. 

While I am at Embercombe I really want to BE here, while not forgetting about and or losing loved ones. 

In a way, when having new experiences (especially while traveling) it is so easy to forget my past and live without past loved ones. I know it won't last forever.