awakening. finally, being able to see what surrounds me. from the birds in the trees, to the loved ones that benefit from the lighter days and guide me through the darker in ways i could not begin to be grateful for. until i saw my true call, true being. in my thoughts i am gathering, the road leading to my awakening.

i am not sure what to say. considering, i am consumed within a society that values the oppressor more than the oppressed.

my darkness is within my mind. so comfortable, is this place, that to stray away is harder than to find the light.

everyday life. the truest hero is the who i hold dearest. i met her at birth, though i did not see it till now. the one who provided the food, the warmth, the laughter, the shoulder to cry on. the lone figure. she speaks to me in dreams and reality, “i am you and you are me”.

lying here, i think of the time we spent together. ease and unease, two anxieties, battling against each other. bound to each other by trivial means, it was what we really wanted that set us apart. listening to you talk, but i was vacant, caught up within my own breeze. subtleties accumulated to damns, because she’s not who she said she is and i was not who i said i am.