The pen hit my paper, and my thoughts just started flowing

A constant stream of love, hate, joy, sorrow, confusion, clarity

An endless documentary of middle school crushes, lost friendships,

Excitement of accomplishments, tear ridden heartbreaks, crazy inside jokes I’ll never forget, acceptances into college, details of vacations and travels, simple stories of those who are no longer with me, little pieces to remind me of who I am when I’m lost.

A simple form of art, a simple form of self expression, a simple form of living things more than Once.

A way to feel things twice, a way to see things just one last time, a way to recall those lost memories.

Looking back to see how far I’ve come. Expressing to continue my journey, and one-day look Back again.

This journey started long ago, yet, it’s not even close to ending. This journey is my art, my love, my life, my passion. This is how I express myself. This is me.