Sitting down at my little desk and listening to distant neighbors hammer at something, roosters calling out, and an overhead airplane.
this is my third time posting here, and I’m starting to feel excited about it. I also wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s here and getting these directly, I felt silly (and still do at times) starting this, and I kept joking it was like adult tumblr, and how I’m not really a writer, or making resonate points in a beautifully crafted essays, and also who cares its the just internet get a grip, but also I care—it’s my time and yours too. So thank you for being here, being so new in this space feels intimidating and relieving all at the same time. I missed giving myself more space to make things, and felt like I was restricting myself a lot on instagram (and generally have been questioning what I’m trying to get out of it). It feels good to be in unfamiliar territory again and working at something. I’m excited to see what will be made.
That all being said Im thinking this will be a mix of a journal, a place to put photos, something of a soft place to land, at least that’s my intention.
so on with it all,
the hands still remember how to strum the guitar, the sun is out for the first time in days, all my socks are clean and matched, there wasn't coffee but we have plenty of tea, you reached for my hand and our fingers found space to rest, the countertops are clean and the sheets are drying outside, I found pressed leaves and flowers in a book from months ago and the colors haven’t faded hardly— what luck.
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