
The air was hot, my face wet, feet sore. I was exhausted, exhilarated, and something else for which I don’t have a name. Nothing else mattered.

And then it struck me, why I am so consistently drawn to anything and everything that catalogs loss.

But for now, I am here, walking on the beach, watching the waves, quietly saying goodbye to the place that I was from.

They say that what you love is your fate. I suppose this was the year of me learning mine.
Spinning Visions was created as an ode to love, art, and other messy things that make my head spin. It is a space for documenting experience and exploring thought. It is also the thing that makes me lose all sense of time and place. You can click here to learn more.
It should also be noted that I probably shouldn’t be telling you half of what is on here, but that I don’t really know how not to.
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