A new city, a new life.
I feel like I’ve left a part of me behind with the rainy coast of my past.
I’m not sure if I’ve stopped writing because I haven’t had the time to or if it is due to the lack of inspiration in this far too urban environment. I hope it is the latter.
But I am happy. In the essence. Even with the constant fluctuation of my emotions, I can feel the difference in myself. I am happy independent. I am free in every sense – well, almost.
My mind is blank. It seems like the only moments in which I have much to say is when I’m highly emotional and usually in the miserable sense.
Someday. Someday. Someday. My goals seem so far.
But I’ll make it there.
And I hope I don’t stop doing this somewhere along the way.
Writing isn’t just my past. It’s my present. And something deep inside my heart is urging it on.
Find yourself, Nessa. Find yourself.
But it’s hard because I don’t even know if I’m lost in the first place.