Lately I haven’t felt like writing; maybe I’m craving more out of life and something new. When I started this blog in January I could not stop writing and posting and it really felt amazing but lately I just don’t know what to say. I have lots to say but maybe I feel like wordpress isn’t as much as a connection with the world as I thought it was, even though I love reading and sharing other bloggers work but… don’t really have the drive to search for the materials I’d like to share from elsewhere or the drive to find meaning in newer posts. I do write but it just feels different now… The summer is here and maybe my body and mind is telling me to seize it. Maybe I just lost touch with the creative writer/blogger inside myself I’m not sure…

Although I’ve slowed I don’t think my creativity will ever diminish. I have been doing photography and that felt great. Self modelling type photography is important to me; I like to come back to photos; as a trans girl I think that it’s important that I keep going in that sense. I am hoping to maybe do some today. I love imagery, of myself and of the world. Drawing is also one of my passions too; and I did some of that yesterday as well. My writing is a good outlet but to be honest I prefer photography and painting or drawing any day. Or graffiti. On page or in the streets it really doesn’t matter.

I don’t know.