I forgot what happened to me when i wrote this

Illustration by Bruna Lima

i am learning to forgive myself. i try so hard. i am working on it, i swear to god.

each day, i talk to people and i see those who do worse than i do. and i talk them out of it. i still have problems on my own too. but i keep talking them out of their own maze, hoping i would listen to myself better when i talk to other people.

it is like spreading breadcrumbs to other’s path to study my own feet. i follow my own voice in somebody else’s cave. the torch that i hold, i light it up for others to follow. so i can follow them.

maybe, i am too scared to be alone. it is not that i can not hear myself. i am afraid i will be speaking alone.

i like thunders, i dont like the rain. i like the lightning bolt that follows. i am fond of the deafning tone of it. i dont think of myself as a disaster.

i am working on me