I can see all of the glittering bits of you deep inside your locket heart waiting for the key of life that will fit so perfectly into the grooves that yearn for adventure and exploration, needing the complexity that fate has so mysteriously planned out for your soul, your restless, tireless soul compiled of figments of imagination and nostalgia coalesced in the compartments that keep you hopeful, ambitious, and destined for something more, something better.
My therapist told me to start writing again, especially about what I want to do with my life. This isn't very specific nor is it really about what I want to do with the rest of my life, but it is a step in the right direction. There's hope and determination and I just need to stop being scared to act upon these feelings. I need to take ahold of my future, trust that I am capable to do whatever I set my mind to and just do it.