Oh, how I try, to be just okay.

I'm glad you came. It's nice to see you.

Perhaps I should change my name, change my identity, change my mind.
Flitter through life without an aim. Without a dream.
At least that way I couldn't fail.

But the thing is, I'm really liking who I'm becoming.
And I love that it came out of what I was.
I'm really believing that this now, right here, is just one chapter of many past and still to be written in the book of my life.

I could be anything.
It doesn't matter that I still have no dreams because I'm living, truly living for the first time in a long time.
Yes, I'm still sad, but it's a quantifiable sadness, it doesn't seem at odds with the flow of the world.
Part of the ups and downs.

And in the meadows, the flowers are forcing a path through the dirt. Each colour, each bud, each blade of grass is giving me a little bit more hope that the dawn is coming. That soon it will be spring. The sunshine will stay. We can go outside in pretty sweaters and oversized shades, wearing our tops like dresses. And we will radiate the beauty all around us. And we will see it too. In the little things, in the shimmer and the sunset, the cold air at dawn. But most of all, in ourselves.

You are beautiful.

<3