It sure felt like a hopeful year of mine had been taken away from me, brutally.
But it too let me view things in a whole ‘nother perspective.
Who would’ve thought?
It took me a damn pandemic to clear my mind out — for the infinite number of times.
All the days that passed thinking if I’ve been living my teenage years wrong,
then I’m reminded that I never resented the precious times I spend alone.
No matter how much I wish some things would’ve been different,
I never regret the choices I’ve made because I’m lucky enough that they’re all my own.
The air that I breathe, these lines that I draw, this space that I create…
I’ve come to embrace this part of me once so difficult to be acknowledged.