Anew.

My feathers are ruffled. Not only to protect me from the bitter bite in the air, but because I need a change. A change within myself. A change in who I am. A change in how I've been living, or rather, how I've been doing anything but. It's easy to ignore that inner voice. It's easy to be lazy. To get sucked into everything around you, like a vortex of useless distractions. I'm done with that now. This past week or two I've been building up to the new old me. Shedding layers of nothingness that have been weighing me down. Exposing myself once again. Building upon my within. Strengthening my core. Becoming who I already was. Tuning out in order to tune in. The basics. That's all I want. The skeleton without the burden of all that fleshy nonsense.

I painted a new watercolor tonight. It's not my typical style. It's loose. Casual. Simple. It isn't more than it needs to be. I guess maybe it's an unintentional self-portrait of who I want to be. Do you see any resemblance?


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