Hello old friend.
Crazy how much I missed you!
It’s amazing, that this Blog was my second home once.
While year after year, change after change every mask came down and every box they tried to pigeonhole me, became smaller and tighter – this virtuel space became my second skin, that grew with me, adapted every shape and shut all big wounds, as well as the smaller ones.
Just like scars on my real skin, you can see my ups and downs by browsing this picture book.
Picture book, because it’s more than just a diary.
I cherish all these moments online, post and public them equipped with emotive notes and artistic pictures. And I was thankful for this opportunity.
Because here I could build up the world in which I wanted to live and simultaneously I could tear this world down, build it up again and morph it into any shape.
I was happy and even a bit proud, because with every word and every picture I turned more into myself, into the person I wanted to be.
And during the time more people followed this journey, read the stories, laughed about them and wrote cheering words in the course of bad times. We grew together and you became a solid foundation of my world.
This world revolves around me alone and you gave me the strength so I didn’t fall.
But I removed this skin during the past weeks.
Vulnerable and stripped. My world’s aggregate phase turns from airy, light into hard and cold.
And I miss this friend, this second skin, this crazy world, in which I could be the person I truly want to be. I miss telling you my stories and sharing my worries with you and I definetly need a good reason to shoot all those instagram-worthy pictures. To be honest, most of all I miss you!
And that’s why I am back again.
But it’s so unfamiliar to write and post again. You never forget how to ride a bike – well not for me! And I feel as uncertain as I felt during my first TRY to ride a bike.
How did that go again with the titels? Do they have to be sensational? So people still read personal blogposts or do I have to entertain you 24/7?
Anyways, I love the mini-adrenaline rush to know, that everyone is reading (hi mom!), but that’s the point. I wrote many tests and HOPE that a certain person is reading. Because here, in Amely Rose’s virtual world I felt brave enough to say what I truly feel!
Online-Love letters turn into lovesickness I vanquished. And again I have this urgent necessity to fish out, piece by piece, everything that matters, of pandora’s box – dust and inspect it.
I hope you will accompany me on this journey.
Right now I create lots of cool content and prepare myself on many changes.
And I am happy to show you all these things and tell you about them.