21

so this is the last marker in my existance that "means" anything. birthdays are overrated and so is time. im slipping back into who i was and i dont want to blame the fact that i lost that on anyone because it was no ones fault. forward 28 steps, turn key, reverse. i need to get back to being the one with the ideas, instead of one of the cattle. i need to get back to being the glue, the scavenger of time spending. i need to get back to being an artist, a photographer, an inspired individual. this is my thought-full outlet and i take some sort of comfort in knowing this is the one place no one can judge my words.

its funny how the change of the seasons can make you forget what the other ones even feel like. ive already lost memory of the summer, and soon enough memory of green trees. this transition is one of my favorite feelings and i need to find someone to share it with. im attempting to create a piano melody, piece, song- whatever you wanna call it, to try and convey the tranquility i feel when i step out of my front door and into this season. the sounds, smells, winds, the "fashion".. everything.