I felt the December air tickle my skin; It gave me goosebumps, it travelled up my spine, it made my lips tremble. Time was slow in the middle of the night, and while everyone else was asleep, my mind was swirling with millions and millions of ideas that I want to bring to life.
The sudden burst of thought was something I craved during my years in school; It was something I never truly had, when I only had ideas to force out of my once lifeless brain. Right now, everything was coming up, all at once, like jumping from one dimension to the next, seeing the dots of stars turn into lines, and I felt more than alive with my new venture.
The thirst for new opportunities had been, in all honestly, quite overwhelming to look at from a farther perspective. I had been occupied with baking, painting, songwriting, poetry, and even dancing, for fuck's sake. Things that I never thought I'd come back to, had come back into my life, and I've never been more thankful to find my roots again. And while the dark roots of my hair are starting to go against the artificial brown that I once painted on, I've been thinking of going red.
Going lighter, bolder, braver. I want to go out there and face the world with a new perspective, with a new pair of sunglasses and comfy running shoes. A fresh pair of eyes and eager feet. I found myself exiting the bubble of uncertainty and negative energy, and decided to break it, make it burst into something that doesn't exist anymore.
And for some reason, it feels nice. Knowing that I am not caged inside of a place that I don't feel comfortable in, I felt a lot more comfortable with my own skin. Looking into the mirror to see the curves that I used to despise, embracing the rounded cheeks that I once found hideous, and the pair of legs that I never thought I could wear shorts with. I found myself, looking down to my feet that are stuck on the ground, my roots, preparing itself for the most anticipated flight, with my willingness to become a better version of myself.
– "Roots", December 9
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PoetryLetters about the highs and lows of my seventeenth year of life. [EXPLICIT CONTENT, possibly. Please read this at your own risk. If you are struggling with your own personal stuff, please do not hesitate to seek out for help. My dms are always open...
