Church on white
The boys will be back in two weeks. The break has been lovely. It’s nice in any kind of normal year but this particular hellscape that is 2020, well let’s just say it was almost necessary. It took me getting super fucking stoned one night to understand just how tight I was, how anxious and stressed, never taking a full breath, running on empty. Now, with these couple of weeks of rest and relaxation, I can handle the rest of this goddamn year with a little more grace. Some calmness. I mean, PROBABLY NOT, but maybe, right?
I can be better. For them. For me. For us.
When we FaceTime (always with Nick never with Ryland), he’s like an indie filmmaker making his first horror movie, everything’s all dark and blurry, faces cut off, shaky movements and twitchy eyes.
I sure do miss their dumb faces.
