My words flow the most freely as the last seconds of the day slowly transition to the next. When half of the city is tucked away and the other half is awakening in the moonlight sparkles. My words come rarely these days but when they do, they explode with glitter and the sky inside my mind begins to fill with the colours of the sunset. I feel I’m changing all the time with the seasons. I’m starting to see the clouds at midnight fading again. I’ll always be changing, evolving, growing. Its my favourite form of
fulfillment; learning and experimenting and connecting. From stagnation and hiding away, I want to bloom. To feel unapologetically myself after feeling so afraid that no one will understand me or think I’m too peculiar. When truth is, when I’m feeling insecure, all I can project is a portrait of fragility, shut off from everything, including myself. For no purpose other than keeping myself safe. But safety is stationary and I’m ready to run into the stars.