Technicolour Prisms
The past is technicolour and we are the prisms that make it so.
The past is technicolour and we are the prisms that make it so.
The 60s talked of free love. Millennials say fuck-buddies or if they want to be nice, friends-with-benefits. How do we navigate our many lovers?
No. It’s the scariest word in language. It drives people into frenzy. It sits deep inside the heart, every No we’ve heard.
Today I didn’t feel cool, collected or in control. Today I was incomplete.
The hardest thing to let go of, is what you thought the future was going to be.
I did the #10YearChallenge, placing a photo of me from 2009 side-by-side with one from me now. It brought up life lessons.
Alone time doesn’t always look like this. More often than not, it’s faded, crumpled, tattered even. But it’s important.
I think I’ll be coming of age for the rest of my life. I immerse myself in people & experiences, that it is the death of the rest of me.
I started 2019 on a promising note. I broken through long held fears. I fell splatch but even my blood stains make art.