Springtime is intense. My brain starts replicating this algorithm of nostalgia and I have this heavy weight in my chest that feels like what a nebula looks like. The routine and lazy winter gets obviously boring as I seek newness that will create future nostalgia. I always keep forgetting to keep my high priorities high. I always forget to look up and think "oh, yeah.. this is what matters"

This season I'll choose to be more honest. I won't forget to tell the people I care about how much I care about them. I won't forget to have fun and keep dreaming and not be adult. And I'll keep thinking and coming up with ideas except this time I'll actually write a few of them down so they don't get washed away