I like blank canvases
I like the fresh start of a Monday morning
I love a new chapter.
It’s the adrenaline rush of watching a blank page fill in with paragraphs and paragraphs of words
It’s the rush of preparing a canvas just to color it with paint
It’s the promise of transformation
Didn’t you know, I’m a Scorpio and we are phoenixes
we love rising from the ashes
I love wrecking myself just to make myself a blank slate
What will I be next?
What promises do tomorrow hold?
I’d like to look at myself in the mirror and shed the skin off of my back to make room for myself
I’d like to pluck away the parts that don’t fit anymore
Let me try something new on until I find the pieces that belong
Let me write myself a new story, paint a new picture, whatever it is,
let it be true to who I am inside.