I'm not who I thought I would ever be
A mess of colors
Each passing through my mind
With such fervent vibrancy
I'm frayed and torn
Reviewed childhood stories
Colliding with words
That I don't fully understand
Yet
There's comfort in knowing that I
Am not in order
I am everywhere
And everything
Experiencing all that I wish
And patching myself with fragments
Of long lost tales
And windy chills.
I'm not who I thought I would ever be
But I'm proud of where I am.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 10:57 AM UTC
I'm not who I thought I would ever be
A mess of colors
Each passing through my mind
With such fervent vibrancy
I'm frayed and torn
Reviewed childhood stories
Colliding with words
That I don't fully understand
Yet
There's comfort in knowing that I
Am not in order
I am everywhere
And everything
Experiencing all that I wish
And patching myself with fragments
Of long lost tales
And windy chills.
I'm not who I thought I would ever be
But I'm proud of where I am.
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