post apocalyptic ballerina

every now and then i get this lowlevel humming. buzzing. fears that vibrate me a little.

that i am good at beginnings but maybe i'm incapable of sustaining. that i'll get lazy. emotionally. physically. that i'll give in to chaos, because i have some chaos in me. i always have, but chaos never feels natural and it makes me a little frantic. (which feeds the chaos, y'know)

i'm in control fo this train ride, yo. so shaddup, self.

ok then.

holy crap, i leave for costa rica saturday morning! i'm pretty much packed. gonna go buy a telefoto lens for my canon today.

monkeys ! up close! look! it's monkey boogers!

i slept so fucking fabulously last night, and i was a post apocalyptic ballerina too.

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