this is not my soul.

previously i have tried to let the journals define myself. steal my life and create a new me. a me that only exists somewhere in the lost world of the internet where almost no one-and yet everyone can find it.
so here i am proclaiming, this is not me. it is pieces of me (not to be confused with jewel's first album). it is a frame. a frame that hangs diligently. pass it by. examine it. repaint it. rework it. it's still just a frame. different memories slip through the edges of good frames. this, is mine.