a month ago I woke up with a terrible feeling that I was living someone else's perfect life.
my life is full of wonderful things, i thought to myself, just not the ones I find truly meaningful.
so i did what a twenty something poet stuck in the asylum of adulthood must do : booked myself a solo trip to a country cabin — the Explorer's Cabin.
I went there with all I had : years of creative projects, monstrously voluminous note-taking, unfinished music albums and the whole-hearted determination to understand the one thing :
why the hell do I isolate myself ?
why am I so scared to unlock the door to the dreamscapes of my imagination ?
what is the fear that overrides my deep desire for connection ?
my goal was to face this mystery and document the process as if I was just journaling about it as I always do.
what I discovered was beautiful and unexpected.
and I also made my first ever vlog out of this self-adventure. 💌
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