Dreaming

Sleeping many nights in a row with little to nothing to drink causes the dreams to flood back full force... The semi-nightmares and latent dead wishes hanging on by threads come creeping back and manifest into intricate and colourful scenes, washing into eachother and I wake up crying...

Though as I pull myself along, I am proving to myself what it is I can be doing. So much more time is given up when I'm not drinking so much. Time for fun activities and forgetting the things I don't want to think about... Letting them sift their way through my thoughts and settle somewhere safe.

Time for hula hooping and rock climbing, drumming and dancing, smoking with friends, back yard fires and movie nights...

A lot of people tell me they are envious of my journey around the Country, and while often I would argue that it's a really rough way to live- that money is extremely unpredictable as are the people I work with- times like now, when I'm hanging out with great company around creative and judge-less people, is what makes it all worth the struggle.