Stamps.

I need to create a new space. because this space no longer is ok. It's a different time, it's time. I'm tired of recycling feelings and thoughts. I need to grow, i've already been, am breaking. How many times can a person break? Yet, I don't have that luxury anymore. to fall. the fall is a kind of privilege? Isn't it? No time for tears, or fears. I have to keep moving. Wether it's with those I wanted to come along with me or alone. Even if it's without my family. It's going to be a lonely yet incredibly growing and nurturing year for me. It's going to be lonely. man. I thought those years were done. They're never done, until I'm ok with myself tho right? Hm. I still feel like a child.