all we need is a little bit of momentum

So I was going through all of my old stuff a little bit ago. "Old" being Julyish. I found something that doesn't sound anything like me now, but expressed me so, so well then. Do you ever have that happen to you?

"You are a slow drifting petal
I am a crisp winter morning
You are the rootless orange of autumn
I’m the bare trees whom you sucked dry
You haunt my very existence
I feed off of your aesthetic"


It was part of a song that I never finished.
Funny. Eight syllables in each line, I just realized. I probably did then as well. Eh.

I'm glad that I am who I am.
I'm glad that I'm my mother's daughter. I am my father's daughter as well, obviously, but he and I think so differently that it's hard to imagine we are related. My mother and I, on the other hand, are alike in almost every way. The ways in which we are not, I've learned from her to improve myself.
I came out to her the other day, actually. I think she already knew, to be honest. We were talking about what my dad would think if I was gay, and she straight-out went "Do you think you are?" and I went "Yep." and she went, "Alright, well. Do what's best for you."
I love her.

Hmmm, wow.
I'm kind of confused. I don't know how to express myself.
MURAL! I haven't been taking many photos lately. I think starting the juju project again would be amazing.
Whatevs.
Excited to go to school tomorrow.
I don't know why.