The city lights peaked through the gaps of my velvet curtain. They glimmered and twinkled like stars on land, and like me, New York was awake. My blood rushed like cars speeding through the highway as I begin to accept the inevitable- change.
Five days ago, the Big Apple welcomed me with open arms. I ran away from the life I used to have to start again. To begin again without the people who have been my backbone all those years.
I smiled through my tears and nodded to myself.
It was time.
Time to accept myself for who I was and what I was capable of doing. Time to let myself grow out of the cage I once built. It was time to embrace this place for everything it had to offer. It was time for me to create a new home.
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"The number of times that the sun rises is the same amount of times you're going to begin again..."
ESTÀS LLEGINT
The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoesiaA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
