i forgot how beautiful the falling snow is in the light from the streetlamps.
i am tired of my own story. I am tired of telling it, over and over again. And so I've stopped, recently. I think I need to hold it for a while, re-absorb it, make it mine again until I can feel its weight.
I need to realize what my story is, now. If I try to place myself in this life, to find myself in this skin, everything turns fuzzy. Things have gone in unexpected directions.
I believe that your life is your choice, even in light of events that may legitimately happen to you. But I've been letting life happen to me--er, choosing to let life happen--and I think I've lost myself in the mix. I am still the same woman, with some new attributes. Good and bad. I just have to remember who that woman is.
2 comments:
sounds like your on the right track
word. i am trying to find strengths within myself to restrain and not let those of others affect my wellbeing. I am training, training hard. Besides being an artist, I want to be a dope woman.
i can't wait to see you again.
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