I used to write my secrets in the sand.
Knowing that they would never stay long enough to make themselves known.
Covered by the wind.

I used to walk through life.
Fading when I could,
Drifting through my multiverse of colours.
Alone, trapped with my silence,
Afraid to speak.

But life goes too fast to keep yourself closed.
So I opened.

Before today, I've never
Let the current take me
Under and feel what it's like
To always come back with something.
To always come back breathing.