Vignettes 🌙

return

found this at the bottom of a junk drawer, said my sister. its your ipod from 6th grade.

i stopped my lit homework to marvel over the artifact. it looked just how i had left it all those years ago, thinking that it had died forever. back in sixth grade. how many years ago? nearly five.

memories of all the firsts i had with this small device rolled back into my unwilling mind. hangouts and the young instagram days where id post anything. i remember acting so haughtily, thinking i was everything. i wish i could slap the me who's entire life was this device.

i guessed the password on the fifth try. it looked just like i left it. my apps were open, and my multitude of games were still downloaded, ready to go. i played some, and remembered how good i was. the keyboard sure types slow.

i found notes and conversations. looking back, i was so confused. i kept trying to make things go my way. now, coming from the future and looking into my past, i wanted to find myself and scream. her insolence caused many issues that still plague me.

it was a couple days after the revival. i started recalling bits and pieces of who i chose to be. then, i found wattpad.

oh wattpad. the centermost app of my 6th grade life. i remember wanting to be an author so badly. id write my cringe fanfiction and put it out for the world to see. i remember all the views i received. i remember the stories i read. i did explore myself through this medium.

as of the date of this chapter being published, ill have published 1 collaborative book, with a solo debut set to publish within a month or two. it feels weird, to see the place where i first published my work. i even used some of my vignettes of this book in my own solo. its strange to see this evolution of my work. the dreams i thought i couldn't reach are woven into reality.

life truly has changed. relationships evolved. people died. a part of me did too, in ninth grade. but then, i rediscovered myself through my writing, and i untangled the strings of my persona through my words. to have published, and have healed through the very same medium was something i would never be able to fathom.

all this rush of emotion overwhelmed me. i finished what i wanted to do so long ago. a character arc of mine is complete. so what else is there to do?

i sit and write a chapter.