Glimmer

You being you. Me being me. You have been your wonderful self, as always. Passionate, but blissfully unaware of it. Firm, and always unyielding. You are unraveling. As I am unraveling you. I have been from the start, and it is part of the give and take that we have fallen in step to.

And I am always brimming with hope. It is the only part of me that I can be proud of. Legitimately, even when people dismiss me as ‘a little girl’. Or that I am ‘in my own world’. This is the only part of me that I am on comfortable terms with.

It saddens me at the same time. It looks as if I am a whirlwind of wild abandonment but I am not. How I wish I was. Maybe I am, until times like these come once in a little while. Then I am left with me, and these walls that I’d like to believe are impenetrable but who am I kidding? The people I love can break them down.

I am not confused. I have almost, always been here. Unwavering.

I am clear, as I have always been clear in my heart.