Be where your feet are.
The past creates a weight. The future creates noise. This moment on the bank is the only one that can hold you.
Journal
Bankside. Soil. The work.
Longer than a caption. Shorter than a book. Written like it was lived, because it was.
Survival got me here. It does not get to run the rest.
The version of me that survived is not the same man who gets to live. Healing is not a new personality. It is taking the noise off the old one.
From bottle to bank. From shakes to soil.
Sober since 30 March 2022. The bank held me when the rooms could not. The soil is doing the rest.
Roots before branches. Always.
A man with deep roots does not need to announce how strong he is when the wind picks up. The allotment keeps saying the same thing.