my, it's thrilling how things change in only a few months
i'm feeling a renewed sense of creativity and optimism. those old ideas that once rushed through my veins are coming back full force. tap tap tap under the surface. vintage cameras and self portraits with crunchy leaves and woolen scarves, maybe, i see images in my mind that have years to come to print.
saying i completely forgot i ever dated someone could sound like exaggeration but it's not far from the truth.
and is it far fetched to admit that i want to erase any self-destructive entries about these boys, and just keep the adolescent curiosity prose instead?