the memory of who i was slipped away as soon as i left. this month will be ten years since i moved away from my childhood home, six in new york.
i’ve never had a problem letting my past slip away, the person i was left in the night.
she was replaced by dreams of what could be, a life that would someday be mine.
sometimes now, it feels like i have that life. just a little. a soho loft, long blonde hair, the freedom to make art whenever i please, talented friends.
i guess though, i never doubted myself. that’s why it worked so well. there was never the palpable risk of failure, i was too persistent for that.
i hope the slew of social media i press into my eyeballs every day doesn’t take that from me.
and when i start to feel the doubt creep in, i set down my phone.
i return back into this life i have created for myself, this beautiful reality in all it’s dimensional glory.
and i know that it is enough.