It was the year of grand changes. Different zip codes, places I called home, people who came and decided not to leave, and poems full of awakening. The year when my body got hit, broke down and cried, and the year when I understood it's time to heal and take time. Some good ones tried to find the connection we had, but little did we knew we were grown apart, no more emotions to add. I found a person who surprised me, showed me around and introduced me to my creative thoughts and sounds. Peace was made with me and a foreign land, I never want to escape again because it all can work out as I planned. 2016 was the year full of self-love, or at least learning how and seeing what could do and what I could become. It had its magic of breaking me into little parts, but luckily I found my way back in art. The whole year I thought maybe writing kills my mind yet I learned who I am and now I love the one I did find. I worked with people who I disagreed and helped the ones whose hands shake and bleed.
It wasn't the year I enjoyed, I loved, I made... but it was the year when I understood I shouldn't be so afraid. I still am a bit but I try not to, it's now 2017 and I like to believe that chances are new.
Morning light will still take my breath away, but this year I promise to live and find the beauty after it... and it's going to be okay.