Infinite.

When I first started this blog, my intention was to create poems and pieces of personal experiences I've had these last years.

This would be a mixture of very intimate parts of my heart and mind, that I somehow translate into words and than I later type until something grows in personal significance and becomes a label with different meanings. It could be a poem or it could be garbage. I leave that to the ones that are reading me right now. 

When I first started this blog, I didn't mean for anybody to read this. And I think it's toxic to keep writing about the same subject over and over again. It's so tempting though, because I know I'm heard specifically by whom I want to be heard. 

I did it because I thought it would heal me. But it's not. So I am leaving. 

It's not that I'm going to stop writing about you, or writing at all. I'm going to stop writing for you. 

That's why I'm changing my url. Because as much as I've fought for you to exist in many of my nerve cells, this is it. You are okay, I am okay. I know you love me, you know I love you. 

I loved you the first time, and I will love you until the last time.