if you can't forgive me, how do we move on?
and where do I go now?
I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
i am still one hundred percent that girl in the clouds

escape is still my desire

the mountains still call my name

my hair is still long and out of control

I just have a few more things figured out, now

like how to make a damn good latte

and how to come, fast
hahah - hell yes.
and my mind is still the most beautiful god damn place on earth
18 year old self:
seeing those snapshots of your inner dialogue were difficult to read..
you had a mere glimpse of life, and thought you were seeing it all.
you thought a connection to one soul, justified obsession.
a decade teaches you what feels like a lifetime of things you need to know.
Like how to get your head out of your own cryptic asshole