I can read a hundred forty-seven blog posts written from the time I was barely 16 until now.
I can scroll through my face book wall and see my 'status' through the years.
I can see 103 small, square photos side by side/line by line on my instagram.
Sometimes I wonder if all those means ever really capture me. Is that who I am? Am I all those photos and statuses and words?
I would say the answer is no.
In twenty-one years I have grown and changed. My size, my mind, my hair, my style, my relationships, my everything.
I cannot be captured because I am not solid. I may be made of bones and flesh, but I am as gaseous as air.
Air can't be bound // And neither can I.
Shifts and change and growth and decline- those are the things girls are made of.
And I wish I could be bound. That I could be held. That I could be captured in a moment that lasted eternally.
But it is impossible for anything more than a moment to be captured by any means.
So maybe that's all we are. A collection of moments that occur over a lifetime.