One can do this only so many times, before she’s dubbed insane, or shrinks write it down as commitment issues, but hey, I’m starting over again.
To whoever stumbles across this, no. I’m not having a quarter life crises. I’ve only just begun writing things that mean something to me, and things are taking a new turn. I’ve learned so much in the past few months, than I have in the entirety of my existence. I’ve picked up a couple of things about writing and spoken word poetry, so here’s to finding my voice, and my way through this mess of a life with good banter turned poems every once in a while.
I look back upon my old posts, and I see nothing but mediocre writing, plenty of editing, and emotions lurking beneath the superficial layers. So here’s to more honest writing (hopefully better) and new beginnings.