Somehow, I always find my way back to you around this time of year. It seems that alpacas and Greek mythology will forever remind me of you and our silly chats <3
The more you put yourself out there, the more you risk. But August was a grave and I clawed myself out of the comfort of earth so I may be washed by storms and deafened by thunder. I for the first time in years, went looking. I went looking and found not the old me, not the new me, but something greater than myself.
January, 2025. Wow its been such a long time. So much has changed. I submitted my poetry to a manuscript competition. I was in a play at school (pretty large role!)