As a Samarqandian, I am a Nestorian. I am a follower of Tengri. I am a Sart. I am a Dulat. I am a Mughal seeking to control the far reaches. We are one Sogdiana
I need to be in the plains in the desert with a horse I need to tell my few loved ones that I have to ride on that I can't stay that there is nothing to hold me there I need to ride off over it mourn my horse over it get robbed left destitute weep on an asphalt road over it
Never trust how you feel after dark
Never trust how you feel after dark
Never trust how you feel after dark
Never trust how you feel after dark
Never trust how you feel after dark
Never trust how you feel after dark
But it is then that I am most honest
My summer diet is going to consist primarily of refried beans, cold tortillas, hot tortillas, cold menudo, corn husked wrapped beans, frijoles on the work site, black coffee some mornings, fried steaks on special days, beans in unfired clay bowls scooped out with cold tortillas
We got hit by a severe rainstorm while on top. And Iโm up here wearing slides and socks because my shoes got completely soaked during our river tubing trip fuck๐ญ๐ญ
Getting teary-eyed sitting in my car after the ocean in sweltering June traffic thinking about holding and kissing my wife on New Year's Eve with Fairytale of New York playing in the background
I never do sleep well the times of the month when the moon about. My body knows and revolts and doesn't quiet till the night skies are dark as they ought
I looked up while reading outside and noticed the red sunset light on the bare trunks half way up the trees in the gaps between branches and I put my book down and got up and walked and saw the red light painted on the house and reached to touch it but it was too high