Rocket-Silver15

I find it curious how time passes. I am not considered an adult, but I feel that little withing me has changed. But I know that it has. I can feel it and, you know, it kind of makes me sad. To see how things have some and gone. To see how life passes us up unwittingly. My evolution as an artist, the way that I write, my motivations, even the way that I act and speak. It has changed so utterly that if you were to see the child that I was, the child that is still preserved on these accounts, the child that is documented on these very pages, how recognizable would I be? This is the first time that I have come onto here in what feels like years.