Simplicity is all I am craving lately. Every glance I take towards my poster, setlist, photographed ridden walls is a reminder of my once frantic lifestyle, to which I owe too many memories, but I'd gladly give it all away. I'm getting restless anticipating what is to come. I can feel myself emerged in a new feeling, although I cannot pin point what exactly that new feeling means. All I know is that whatever I held tight within my grip before I'm letting go, and it feels all so liberating. I think an un-construction of my bedroom is an order, I need to break down my surroundings just to build them again. I'm envisioning white, perhaps eggshell white, no posters (well maybe just my tiger army signed setlist), a small desk for my imac + drawing, my sewing machine, a map of the world marked with my future, a few cut decorative wall stickers, and plenty of sweet dreams (the non sleeping kind.)
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