I slip in and out of crises associated with a general loss of direction. The relative bipolarity of my happiness seems to be dependant on a few big things, but can be so easily swayed by simple pleasures that define exact moments of content.
I seem to remember this being one of them. A beach in Nicaragua. Friends, fires, a frisbee and (need more f words.. appropriate ones) a faultless sunset.
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