this was fun while it lasted.

as nice of a distraction as this was…that’s all it was.

an excuse for not pursuing anything more meaningful.

then again, maybe i’m not giving this enough credit.

perhaps it will come back to inspire,

and at the very least it was a nice little break.

writing has always come very naturally for me, 

my favorite method of processing life.

now i want it to carry my career,

lead me down new avenues,

push me forward.

i’ve done too much reflective journaling… 

having me positioned backwards.

these exercises prompted me to look all around,

to derive messages outside of what’s presented in my past.

now, i get to forge new truths,

and not deliberate on old, cold facts.

instead of dwelling on the setting suns,

i will now look forward to the morning sunrises.

each day presents new opportunities, 

even if just walking down a new floral L.A. steet.

it’s still something worth embracing,

because i am here… for now. 

there’s no guarantees in life.

every desire i guilt myself over…

should be warmed up to. 

not focused on obsessively, 

just letting it be.