• Art and Paintings,  Memories,  Writing

    pushing twenty

    lying in bed watching the clock tick slowly back to the start of a new day . my heart palpitating as if something is going to change . as if my whole world will flip upside down when really nothing will change but the number of years i have lived . ten . the letter to myself is finished for me to read at thirty and i couldn't be more afraid of what is to come . nine . my heart beats loudly of the fear of change not wanting to let go of an entire childhood and the memories i've made . eight . here i am now trying…