I left the mountains

I left the mountain and not much is said. I caught a cold, that I don’t want to have. This is the 9th day of February and people keep talking about the longevity of January. The year is fast past, a lot of growing up to do. The seeds of past years carry fruits. I am not at all so confident. I am, but fear to miss the importance of trust in others. People go. They all do. You stay. I am in love, even though it doesn’t sound like it. The earth is beautiful my mind is repeating to me while the mountains in the side mirror of the car fade away. March is packed. I feel I progress, protest, resist the love. The cold is in my head not much in my body. Fear and stubborness. A cocktail of anxiety and lust for suicidal adventures.

I see my horse again.

I want a dog.

A big one.

I have new goals.

China, LA, USA, Spain, London, Asia

All at once