time for space

sometimes...sometimes it feels better to just start over. to get rid of everything that was there before and just start over. to forget it all, the good and the bad, and just start over. to blank it all out. and forget any of it ever happened. and maybe someday forget. maybe someday it will seem like someone else' story, and i will be able to reread the pages, and it won't matter anymore, because it's someone else' tale. this art and these people and all the mistakes and pieces that didn't mean enough and things that didn't mean enough. maybe im just complaining and whining or maybe someday i will feel validated in my own emotions. but maybe not.