47m - clumsy poet seeking a likeminded penpal with an unhinged curiosity and an appreciation for fallen leaves and unfamiliar trails.

I simply want to become lost. In an idea. In a picture you send of the horizon at dusk. In words. Let our contradictions consume us, become us, forcing us to accept who we are and who we pretend to be (like me attempting to be deep while sipping an iced Americano at a coffee shop sandwiched between an oil change place and a gas station).

I’m a bit all over the place, which I’m sure you’ve already noticed, so I won’t mind if you are, too. I love reading odd books, walking my ornery dog, and losing myself in projects around the house. My job leaves me time throughout the day to write and explore rabbit holes with unabashed abandon. I’m married with kids and maintain all the trappings modern humanity. I’m not after love or shallow desire.

If any of this lands with you, please send me a DM with the description of a favorite place you’re able to find comfort, beauty, and solitude.