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Dear High School Alex ( Read more... )

She walked mindlessly down the paths, an endless labyrinth of winding roads and unexpected turns. Once they were a maze, an intimidating landscape leading to unchartered places, strange faces, and a vague sense of unbelonging. Now they were routine, though still thrilling in a nostalgic sense. She remembered her initial discovery and feeling of ( Read more... )

Strictly speaking, it wasn't that she wanted to run away. She just wanted to see the world. And preferably at the ADD speed to which she had grown accustomed over the years. Snap decisions were so much easier than steady planning, if you asked her. See a picture of some wine grove in Napa Valley and decide you want to move there? Boom. Done ( Read more... )

I'm starting to get restless ( Read more... )

Such vagueness is inspiring me to create an overdramatic entry lamenting on secret yearnings and pulsing emotions, yet the reality is that such inspiration ceases to exist. Truth be told, happiness (in every sense of the all encompassing word) has finally settled in, despite whatever illusionary substitute was there before. Success is victory ( Read more... )

Man, remember when music used to be my life? I'd live and breathe for that post-show scent of cigarette and sweat, wrapped up in my own adrenaline and pulsing heart, yearning, dying, to be one of those people on stage ( Read more... )

Snow snow snow snow snow.

Makes me so nostalgic for that turning point nearly a year ago. But why stand still in the past when what's in front of me is exactly where I want to be?

What a vague entry.

Nothing was ever quite so liberating like that walk. So brief, yet in my head it seemed like such a long distance to go. Even better if it was raining. The silent safety of that street and the glistening of the bricks under the hazy streetlamps. Given the perfect soundtrack, some of those walks were straight out of a movie. The destination was ( Read more... )

For the first time ever, I really miss winter.

Namely the silent perfection.