I’m on the verge of significant self-revelations.
I can sense the connections forming that will eventually lead me to a familiar, nearly unnoticeable self-progression.
It’s so subtle, the gentle understanding of what the foreseeable future holds.
In moments where I am compelled to express myself, it feels like confidence.
If feels like self-possession.
It feels like a voice.
I appreciate my evolving individuality. I crave to feed, nurture, and grow my inner artist.
Though, I wish that the process didn’t require so much patience.