the spring will come

i don't share a lot of personal images from my actual world in this space. i've had negative experiences in the past with "friends" becoming way too entwined in my electronic existence --- calling me to freak out about my latest blog post, hacking their siblings' accounts to access my blog after i blocked them, or posting nasty facebook status updates in response to something i'd written. (no, i'm not even kidding.) some stupid lady from my church even CALLED MY MOM several years ago because she'd been web-spying on her own kid and stumbled across my then-blog. she visited someone's site who had commented on one of my posts and thought my mom should know about the "questionable people" i was "associating with". (again, not kidding.)

the creation of this blogette came on the heels of such an experience --- i was betrayed by a "friend" i'd been very close to for 7 years. she made it clear she wanted nothing to do with me anymore, but still visited my blog excessively. this angered me. i had to relocate and start new, in a place she didn't know about. i didn't want to be weighed down wondering who would read my thoughts and what they would do with that information.

so i came here.

a quiet corner || she

this has been my quiet corner for two and a half years now. of the people i know in real life, only those i want to read it have been given the address. and surprisingly, i have been found by people who have become pillars of my everyday life, souls i wouldn't have found if i hadn't decided to create a fresh, unencumbered place to think and dream and write.

this photo shows a quiet corner of the place i currently call home: it's where i sleep and dream. as you can see, i have quite a bold, colorful, collage-like style; color, print, and pattern are splashed generously throughout my space. since i live with 2 other girls right now, my bedroom is the only space that's wholly mine . . . and believe me when i say i express myself in every inch!

thank you for being here, for partnering with me to keep this a safe, kind corner of space. thank you for accepting my melodrama, cradling my tearful poetry, and echoing my longing for beauty, understanding, and wholeness. because of you i feel like i can start sharing glimpses of me again, my world, the things i see.

k.