Yeah, she is beautiful, but she dont mean a thing to me.

So stoned, so beautiful its scary.

I always imagine myself dying when i come here.

Dying happy, peaceful, but mostly,

dying alone,

and being alright with it.

"Whatever gets you through the night"

sleeping under the stars in mexico. hot days building.

Make a plan.
To burn all of our story books.

Right about now, i would love to be back at the cabin, out on the porch underneath the beautiful montana sky.

Goodbye.

Making more of the "good old days"

Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.

If every angel's terrible,
then why do you welcome them

Lash.