A Day in San Pedro La Laguna, Guatemala

I wake up in the morning to birds chirping outside of my tent and the rising sun. I uncover from my broken sleeping bag and unzip my tent. I can feel the chill of the air as I peak my head outside of the tent and squint. Only a couple people are up at this time so the hostel is pretty quiet.

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Chasing the Dragon

Sometimes I wonder. Why do I keep going? Why do I shiver at night on the side of a highway with nothing but a bottle of cheap whiskey to keep me warm? Why do I wake up on days and say, “ok, let’s go,” not knowing exactly where or why. Why do I keep forming relationships knowing that it’s inevitable that I’ll have to say goodbye soon after I say hello?

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