how i feel about blogging
i want to share the world inside of me with the world outside of me and sometimes i think blogging is a great way to do that. the potential of a blog is like being surrounded by infinite blank walls. i get so excited to unroll sheets of wallpaper and dip my brushes into the reds and yellows and blues of my life and send them all a flying but sooner or later i start thinking well actually maybe this isn’t for me and i peel off the wallpaper like i peel off the skin of a mandarin orange (all at once in one long strip) and i leave the walls blank once again.
cautiously prying open a new can of colour.
feels like i am simultaneously picking up where i left off and beginning anew.