I'm like a recording of a dead person. I say never all the time but I don't think I really mean it. I left this account because my heart was shattered into tiny little fucked up pieces. It will never be the same again but at least I am a lot better than what I was almost a year ago, now.
I have a new account that I've been using, which you may access here:
I also have an instagram account which is very behind the scenes, but even that I have been thinking of deleting. My username is flowersandincense
As time goes by I've realised how memories are continuing to be replaced.
In ten years time I wonder what will matter to me? A baby perhaps?
This year has been a massive one for me. I've achieved many things but have also made many mistakes along the way - old mistakes.
The truth is - I'm just a messy, artsy woman with crazy crystals in my eyes and holes in my soul-kite.
I'm moving on with life. And the last journal article was soaked with heart-ache and pain. I wanted someone to come by and feel somewhat struck by it. But my hopes were unfulfilled and they will probably never know how much I ached. But just like time - that too has transpired and I am left with the same stargazing, love-song singing blue arch-angel that I will never ever have.