
I open a new tab on a new year.
The empty space feels hopeful.
No shade of ink, feels like an ocean with no horizon.
I looked at the eyes before I wrote for the last few months;
it meant something to me.
Now, all I see is Cinderella in sheep’s clothing.
This illusion has now been lifted.
Not time, but letting go of everything, because none of it is mine to carry. All I can be is, be the present. Being the best, was always written on my soul. Who could have known, regret could care less?
No love, is felt at first sight; no hate is built, on first sight. You missed a few steps. You missed adding the disrespect you may feel or the racism you ignored. Like I said, Cinderella in sheep’s clothing.
