I posted all my idealistic thoughts and all my fears as well.
Now every person I meet can ask about what I said.
I often forget, without being ashamed.
I posted the ugly cried drafts of when my first real lover broke my heart;
when I would fight. The
I posted my crises of being a human with an egoic mind.
I also posted when I thought I was in love with a mystical man who somehow would always choose me.
When I chose myself and when I betrayed me- there’s a post on that too.
Blogging my thinking patterns away.
Streams of consciousness without much filtering and a somewhat annoying lack of editing.
I remix and collage my future and my past. my hopes and my desires.
only one present moment, but I like to capture.
it’s all out there and it still feels encrypted.
The now and the then.
It’s pretty accessible for those who care.
my sadness and my crash out, my vulnerability and my pride.
my new and my old and my unrealized and my expired achievements.
When I found out about things I could only hold alone, when I realized love was not where I thought.
My face and my extremely changing phase.
The person I embody and the one I’m not.
A constructed personality and a real embodied one.
I say and talk and do it often by the bulk- rarely translating much at all.
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