I finally feel the constant buzz of being a displaced outcast with a spinning head and a broken heart dissipate. I sit on the floor and on the ground outside for hours, the longest stretch of stillness for me in months (many months). I allow the weight of gravity to hold me in place. I …
Holy shit. What have I done. Where am I? I left everything I know to focus on what I know best. Just two weeks earlier I spent 36 hours in this tiny town I’ve never heard of before in southwest Colorado. I liked it’s charming single block downtown, panoramic mountain views and relatively warm weather …
Morgan Sjogren ➸ Running Bum 