It’s all a blur from here
I’m going to be collaborating here soon with a very good friend of mine. Talented, talented girl. She’s a lover of writing. We are going to be starting a new blog. And I would love some input on some of your ideas.
What would you like to read about?
What would you like to see?
I would love your feedback on topics and content you would like to see covered.
Have a wonderful weekend!
My past is a great darkness filled with echoes. Darkness rich like chocolate, echoes reflecting like water. I always found myself dreaming about what life would be like if things were different. These dreams fulfilled my reality. Consumed me. Swallowed me whole. They weren’t the kind of dreams you run home and tell ‘ma and pop’. My only choice was to run. To leave behind the people who recognized my face. I didn’t want to be noticed. I strived for new. New feelings, new friends, and new beginnings. I blame it on my upbringing. My family constantly on the move. Familiar faces and places made me uncomfortable. It was the feelings that made me comfortable. Made me feel more human and less invincible. The adult version of myself refuses to stay put in one city longer than two years. I’m addicted to the touch of new. I’ve had my adventures here and I need new adventures there. It’s almost time to move again. Future golden like the sun, questions probing at answers.
Lorde, the incredibly talented 17 year old performed her heart out to Philadelphia on Saturday. I love what she’s doing. From her dance twitches to how thankful she is.