So i'm sitting here on my bed just watching time pass me by.
I love it in here, spacious. I love how my bedside table is finally beside my bed. I love the furry detailing atop the black Victorian rails. I love the duvet and the flowers, and the candles, and the perfumes.
I guess i've forgotten what it's like living like this, an orderly life, one of peace and calm, cleanliness and beauty.
If there was ever one thing on my mind it would have to be how quickly things change and how complicated things really are than what meets the eye.
If i could turn back time, if i had known, if clarity had been mine then.. if's.
But there are no if's.
the only if's that exist are the ones that don't involve us. because those personal ones, those that ruminate in your mind over and over, they are gone. they never happened and they never will.
those that involve others, you could perhaps call your expectations. but that doesn't mean they will ever happen either. so don't hold your breath. exhale slowly, and live life based on what you know, you and you alone.
the only thing i truly know, right here, right now, is that i am aware. of the every picture frame depicting the every, possible, person i can be.
a party animal, wild and reckless, tempted, playful, boozy, fun.
the angry child, the goth at halloween, the metal, the searing pain, the nightmares, the walkway to my past.
the vulnerable, needy, clingy, sad, moody, mopey little, little girl.
the bimbo, vain, giggly, all the ♥'s, all the fanciepantiies, the self-reduction, all to feel an easy ready-made happiness.
the strong, witty, lawyerly, opinionated feminist, independent, often disbelieving of anything.
the dreamer, the idealist, musically-inclined, sensitive, compassionate, caring, staunch.
every single bit of it is me, and until i can seem to patch them up into one whole package and get them in sync, i will never truly know what i am capable of
perhaps being too much of a single version at several periods of my life has made me lost sight of the others, perhaps that is why i have always found refuge in absolutely different people. very different, verging from one end of the spectrum to the other.
i don't claim not to know me. i claim to want to be brave, to reveal every single side to every single person. until the day i do, i won't know for sure what remains to be real for me, and what simply doesn't.