Just a random thought that came up in a convo with my mom, and it's pretty likely right? (only if there was really such a thing as past life) Which brings me to the thought, what happens after we die? Perhaps I'll save that for another entry.
So there are times where I wake up fuming like a crazy woman because I had an angsty dream… more often than not, I don’t even recall what was I mad about in my dream! How’s that for a first “journal” entry? - I hope I can sustain this visual diary for as long as it gets - it’s such a good painting exercise! *fingers crossed*