Progressing, I’m rebuilding what’s been destroyed, finding what’s been missing, and improving what’s been dysfunctional. So just know that this war is intentional.

I have to change my ways… I have to find a way, the path to my final forms.

Sometimes I feel like I have to leave in order to find what I’m looking for but when my mind is right when my thoughts are light I realize that all I have to do is to find the strength to open the boxes.

Because in reality, everything I’ve been looking for was nowhere else but inside of me. It’s all about defining my identities. Finding peace in being plural.

I have to change my ways I have to find a way, the path to my final forms.

I have to look into the right mirrors. Not the flattering ones boosting my ego, the ones I think dislike me and make me feel low. The right mirrors, not the ones showing me my daddy’s soul. Surely not the one leading to the women I’ve tried to be before,

I knew myself before I knew what was best. So I’m fighting sadness what’s stressing me what’s heightening my anxiety. And I follow the rivers listening to the elders and I don’t turn around, I run, I walk, I crawl but I don’t turn around.

no, I won’t turn around.

That’s how I changed my ways, that’s how I found the way, the path to my final forms