11 February 1997.
Twenty-five.

Demiual.

Potter - no, not the one called Harry although some insist I create magic as well.

Genuine connections of any kind. Someone to challenge my perspective and allow me to grow along with them. (to be continued)

Dishonesty, ignorance,  toxic competitiveness, people who belittle others.

Unfinished oil paintings, crooked smiles, dried flowers, swaying to old tunes in the kitchen.

Midnight adventures, lazy reads, Sunday afternoons.

No signal, freshly brewed matcha tea and pomegranates.

I got a non-canceable subscription to overthinking.