Who knows.

Who knows. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Who knows. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I don’t seem to be able to get to the place where I can write this letter with any clarity or deep sense of self reflection.

It’s a shame, because when I can find that place I always learn a lot about myself. I uncover something that’s in the way and am able to forge a new pathway forward.

And I could really do with that kind of clarity right now.

But it’s not there.

All I know is that giving up and not writing the letter is not the answer.

So, I write a letter.

It’s not profound or insightful, but it’s a letter.

Then I turn up again tomorrow and do the same again. And who knows, maybe I’ll find myself more able to see myself then.

Love

Luke

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