Oct 11, 20251 min read
sunsets
the closing sentiment: I’ve moved on. I’m not the person I was yesterday, nor the one I was 12 months ago, and that is the goal. Morning doesn’t control, define me. In fact, it knows nothing about me. It couldn’t recognize the room I wake up in, even if it wanted to, because home is no longer there. Every rigid corner is different, and maybe the wind has shifted some things. It doesn’t know the people I may speak to or how my hair might look. Maybe I have new friends, or w