i cry when i pick up pieces of my shattered dreams, pricking at my fingers as if counting the years i have lost.
blue and silver, moon and stars.
finding my solace in solitude.
i am a peaceful ghost inside your sleeves.
today, i officially left my job.
today, i officially retire from pharmacy.
i took out a loan to buy a tablet, and i cleaned out and reorganized my art materials, so i could draw and be creative again.
i started writing again, reading books and articles, binging educational videos, and enjoying learning.
i wore make-up more, dyed and cut my hair, so i could look at the mirror, and see a face i want the world to perceive me as.
i took up a language class, and set my focus on a creative job outside the country. so i could earn money to give my loved ones a comfortable life, while still being creative so i wouldn't lose myself again.
today, i am making a huge step forward towards choosing myself.
today, i am being brave.
today, i am an artist.
and hopefully, i will finally be free.
