
That’s what life feels like these days. Like pressing my foot down hard on the pedal and watching the world as I have always known it grow smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror.

I can see the honey latte sitting in front of her before it all got to be too sweet, too milky. She’s sixteen, she’s right there, and she’s me.

If that swing was just a swing and not the thing that taught me to bend my knees when falling, I wouldn’t know anything.
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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