everything is very strange.
i wrote down my artist's manifesto the other day and now it is an anchor for me to get to every time i feel floating.
right after that a person appeared, and the sensations, too. maybe, it will be nothing. maybe, he will be a friend. maybe, there is something more than just a click that we have both felt (half a year ago actually).
today is a turning point, i know it, i feel it in the air.
something is moving.
something is changing.

as for the last couple of days i found myself lost, again, in the amount of choices and opportunities, i have to stop the neverending spin of thoughts.
now: i close my eyes, and i listen. i unplug myself from the tech drug, and i start where i am. there is nowhere else i can be. there is nobody else i could be. at this point, this reality is all i have got. and i want to crack myself open. i want to be vulnerable and authentic. i want to communicate myself without the shiny dust of 'i want everyone to see me that way'. i want to tune down the chatter, and i want to make my ego silent.
and no matter how scary it seems now, i feel compelled to share the real me. that will be the way forward.