The Advent of Some Sugar.

Greenery shies, lines stretch, like a clothesline for better days.

I am happy, I don’t know why. Two songs in my playlist have the name sugar. I think I feel hopeful.

I have been catching on my sleep schedule, and dropping a couple of hours in here and there, and I feel better. I am watching my favorite comedies at sane hours, and reining in the horses, straightening the ship.

I am drawing. Not very good, but I am doing it everyday. But what I am doing the most is looking at trees. I feel I am a simple man. Simple, content, but I should be more driven.

I get distracted so easily. I hope, with all my heart, that the bullet journal helps with that. I am so messy and absentminded; I have been here for so long that some dreams are indistinguishable from real life. Sometimes all the days are the same. At least I am moving soon.

But I am resolved!, to take a little control of my life, enough so that I don’t feel bad about it. I feel so hopeful. Now, slipping into some good tunes, and early to bed.