Pain, Process, Words

Change 

“You’ve changed,” she said. 

Pain does that. Time, too. 

“Are you proud of it?”

Of course. Of course I am. I’ve fought so hard to grow into every single inch of this new skin. To hold my head up high every single day and carry on. 

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Musings

People are people and sometimes we change our minds

I’m no longer the same person I used to be. The things that used to tug at my heart with desire seem so meaningless to me now. I no longer dream the same dreams. I want different things now. Value different things. Crave different things. 

Is this the hardness of my heart speaking? Or have I just grown up? 

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Musings, Process, The Voyage

Keep your eyes open. 

Isn’t it crazy? How things change so quickly. A year ago everything was different. Yet those memories etch themselves so vivid in my mind; replaying as clear as the daylight sun. I have this knack of remembering it all – the important bits anyway. Of holding on to memories for far longer than I should too, both the good and bad. 

Touch. Scent. Electric emotion. I can, at will, in any instant, remember it all so real as if it were happening to me all over again. 

A year from now, nothing will be the same either. I don’t know if that excites me or terrifies me. If there is an art of living in the present, I am still learning it. But what I do know is you have to look. Look before it all changes. Before it’s all gone. 

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