AUTUMN : getting used to typing in fingerless gloves again.
In the most awful, dark moments. In those long days and hours when all I could hear was the shouting in my head and the screaming and crying of my own loneliness . When I could feel my blood drying up in my veins, turning to dust and my limbs dying one by one.
I clung to the dreams and memories and hopes of moments like this - and I made it back.
There is beauty in the world. There are people who care. There is connection.
Nothing is easy. Tomorrow is worth it.
I never bought into the whole single malt thing. Of course I never bought into the whole scotch thing either and that’s the only way I’ve found single malts till now. Consider me a convert. This is seriously good shit. Leave it to the damn hippies…