i was really hung up on having a space to post but didnt want to commit a full page or special fanfare for every single thought. things i still want to document but still are fleeting…i’ve been jotting down a lot of thoughts as they come across me. songs, verses, passages, just things without any rhyme or reason. maybe giving them a home let’s them stir a bit, here - maybe that helps. voice notes can appear from time to time, song ideas. everything, and anything. also feels more cozy than a social media hub , every place is so loud
-alice

also there are a million more typos on display. im still really bad at spelling ..not my problem xoxox

im going to commit salvation army stolen valor

goodness, you were everywhere all at once. climbing down my throat then itching up my back, again. i thought i held flames to yourself, and the others. that there was no question i too, am one in the same - i doubt that now. and more, the more the days portray the bigger entity i am. is one singular day, important? am i, too? what if in multiples? is being whole multiple natures together or has it always just been one. is it supposed to be that way? i wake and i lay and no matter what direction i go i just cant seem to shake you off these branches, the weighted leaves. the ones soon to change color. as am i, so as i do. remember me in shades of white .

nothing needs to exist more than once and while i dont really cast myself in any religious denomination. if i had to choose i think repeating the cycle as something so much more than what i knew in these thoughts would be the answer - somewhere there, in between. what are people so afraid for?