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.
...
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. ...