Today I came to realize that the ground beneath my tiny size 5 and a halves seems to have far greater of an impact on me than I can ever have on it...and I'm completely okay with this. Because if every place I walk continues to leave it's mark on me, and if even half of my dreams come true then I can't wait to see the person I'll become.
I'm constantly allowing for change, allowing for the things around me to shape who I am, who I'm becoming. The day I stop allowing for changes in myself will be the day I die. The problem is I'm such a mess it's hard to tell where to start. And I've continued to isolate myself lately. In my thoughts, in my adventures. The people who surround me just make me feel I'm better off with my fists clenched tightly, huddled low in the corner of my room waiting for the next sneak attack than out in the open with little to no armor to protect me from the constant flow of deceit-filled arrows plunging towards me.
I'm looking for something tangible. something true.
I'm looking to find out if this actually exists somewhere out there.
I need to know it exists.
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