Noticed. (23)

Noticed. (23)

At 18 I was taking off my feet unexpectedly by a love able force. By the age of 20 I was let down by the same force.

21 I was playing with a chapter that was already closed. Continuously being poked at, played with, fumbled with, and held by a string for fun. Just an open book waiting to be torn out of again and again.

At the age of 22 I was finally renewed. Although still wounded. So I flew to other escapes. I flew into dark places I did not belong. I saw a mirror and didn’t recognize the reflection looking back at me. But I didn’t mind it...this unknown girl taught me how to feel...I felt pleasure, reckless decisions, I tasted lust. I was dark...but I liked it.

By the age of 23, I was still in deep, with my unknown reflection. But then I found another force...this one was nice, patient, caring, understanding....tried to always put me first. My reflection started to appear as me again...my worth was pushing through again. Bright as the sun. But then I got to comfortable....to needy.

Still at 23....I’m alone building myself up again. I feel strength and power. I feel reconstructed. Yet I’m still under construction. Finding my entire self again...renewing myself again. #23.