on remembering where it all began
It has been an incredibly long time since I picked up this notebook. I used to spend hours, once a week nestled within its pages, but somehow I was surprised at how many pages were filled with my words when I opened it back up this morning. I forgot how often I found my way here, sharing whatever truth was in my heart that day. I’m realising that the key for my not having shown up here for so long, most likely lies in the fact that I think I lost sight of why I truly wrote here at all.
the museum : a fountain of knowledge or a holistic escape for the soul?