zookeeper

i really really really wish humans and animals could all live together. be friends.

i guess i'll just have to settle for being a zookeeper. well, owning a zoo.  

                                            We Bought A Zoo.

Alive to Live

Beach.

This beach.

I feel alive here.

Half. Moon. Bay. 

not your typical vacation home

It's raining inside a vacant home at the end of an unknown road.

No one knows this house exists. But I do. I go there often. I go to sit on the porch. I go to sit at the dining table and pretend dinner is ready. To hear the creaking of the
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in the ceiling, the hole never fixed. It's there, in that broken home, where my very core stays trapped. I keep it there for reasons. Reasons sometimes I don't even understand. I guess they're excuses for not letting my heart take risks. Excuses for not letting my soul become more damaged and tainted than it already is.

And when I've spent enough time at the end of this abandoned road I close the door quietly, slip off the porch and walk back to the town where I try to belong.