I’m coming back to these bits and pieces,
trying to reconnect the new me with the old inspired me. I’m feeling lost again, in another sense. I’m not sure what needs to be done or can be done. I feel like shouting at a wall because it really feels silly. But I really do poorly when it comes to keeping my identity. And I’m missing old things of myself, and the dreams I kept>
now I’m always sleeping with my eyes open.


















