"Addicted to what?" you ask.I know this may sound trivial or contemplative. Normal or superficial. But...I'm addicted to me. By that, I mean I'm addicted to pride and selfishness. The only one in the room. At least, the only one that matters. As if everybody else in the room, the universe for that matter, exists... Continue Reading →
Wake Up
In my dreams I'm 6 foot 4 inches, I'm dating a super model, and I own a summer house in Fiji. But it always seems that the slightest noise or a single beam of light awakens me at just the moment it couldn't possibly be better. Then there are those moments in my sleep when nightmares of... Continue Reading →
Kortney Jones 