Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?
I loved myself, took care of myself, knew to connect with me I needed to create.
For too long the muse sat lonely
Now that she’s been set free I almost can’t keep up
I’m open to healing, expression, letting go of perfection that this wasn’t supposed to post yet 🙂
Embracing technology even though it’s not where my soul says I belong.
Connecting to not feel alone
Reflecting and creating, letting the words flow
Returning to me, letting go of what others have said or try to do
Remembering me, and who I’m meant to be
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