Eight months later and a lot has changed.
I've been through two apartments.
Got a car.
Been through three jobs.
I keep coming up with the craziest schemes. I keep disregarding the past. I keep growing up and moving on and leaving things behind. I can't say I'm upset.
I'm volatile.
I went to a protest. And took black and white photographs of old people against the government controlling their health care.
I took photographs of children, there against their will.
I am wondering currently. Where could Heaven be? Certainly not on Earth. Not with the current tumult we're all feeling.
And where is Hell? Certainly closer than we're all thinking.
Both are equal distances, I think. They're balancing each other out; it could be a lot worse, you know.
I think I'm going to Seattle next month.
For a short repose.
To clear my head. The beginning of April will hold a lot of good things.
It's like, a year later. The storm's clearing. And even if things aren't as good as I believe they could be, I'm learning. I'm a grown girl now.
I promise to keep writing.
I've been listening to: Tiesto, Cold War Kids, Good Old War, Be Your Own Pet, NeverShoutNever, Carter Hulsey, Kim Gnagey, etc.
love, Arianna.
