hi

"just be yourself!" i never figured out who that is, though. i was supposed to know by now, right? like, other people my age do know. but i keep showing up to life and trying to find whatever "me" exists. that person is always disappearing at the last second, turns into wisp. i wish someone would just give me instructions. point to a horizon. a map. some kind of sign that says: go be this.

i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.