What can I say…

It’s been a while. I know, you know. This online diary thing has meant less to me than it used to. I’ve changed. I don’t feel obligated to show the world all my things. I thought it was what I would find fulfilling. I find it hollow, but yet I still enjoy painting the story. Where does that lead me? How to feel connected to the world while not feeling the need to show it, or anything? Is art for the artist? Or for the world? If I don’t share, does that hide? Or am I guarding my self-fulfillment? What a strange time to be alive.

Moments from months of living.

Costa.

Home and my best friend.

Growth.

More costa.

Crazy summer.

Nica.

Waikiki.

Everything about this year is new and different. I don’t understand much, but I’m trying to learn, to grow, to build something worth being a part of. Maybe I cause some damage on the way, but it’s what is necessary to learn to fly. Making mistakes used to feel like a terrible thing, now it’s all I do…because I’m trying to change the world.