10:03am
i. it has been one year and eight months since i have written anything and it has been one year and eight months since i sent myself into the unknown with only the hope (the courage? the suggestion? the pleading note to self?) to be the light. be the light, be the light, be the light. to be the light in my own densely wooded darkness.
but i think i made it. or at the very least, i think i am done stumbling around the enchanted forest. for a literal decade, i have been writing, trying to figure out where the fault in my code was, where the missing piece was, where the wires had crossed. and i fucking found it. and since this last decadeās downward spiral has been heavily documented, it seemed like i owed it to myself to take note of the rising. iām through with white flags.


















