Luke A. Tokaryk 204/416/403 - 135/120
I wasn't always like this. I used to be smaller.
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In the dark of my empty apartment.
Laying on the living room floor.
My eyes on the ceiling, though in the dark it really could be anything.
Laughing out loud.
Laughing from my heart.
And it feels good.
It feels good. -
I’ve been back in Winnipeg for two weeks and a day.
My apartment is still pretty much empty.
Today I came across a crate which now calls my kitchen countertop home.
At the moment I feel pretty good about the state of my stuff.
“One (thing) at a time” she told me.
