everyday peace - clothes free life
What does it mean to be at peace? breaking down This is a question I ask myself quite often lately. Following a sequence of incidents, I find myself heartbroken, empty, numb, and anxious. A strange concoction of feelings. Like when the bartender tries a new mix, you taste it and don’t really know what to make of it. Do I like it? What IS that flavor? Is my stomach supposed to feeling like ginger just exploded inside it? That’s pretty much how I’ve been feeling over the past month or so. My heart is gone, and I find myself in no-man’s