The Day I Stopped Leaving Myself

I see a whole new world now, where sitting is in peace, not in the risk of constant thoughts of possible consequences of my future actions, even where to breathe even needs to be dictated,
I see a whole new world now, where writing is never controlled, timed and constantly interrupted, even few minutes to spare I cannot even choose to without guilt and shame,
I see a whole new world now, where creating something is never a constant intoxicating feeling I cannot begin to describe, I wanted to make myself useful but for you, I feel like a burden,
I see a whole new world now, where voicing out is never about wanting to cringe out of fear all the time, out of doubt and predictable constant rejection and debate, pretending it’s understanding,
I see a whole new world now, where I value just my own existence. Now, just living day by day feels like new every time, I’m in my own thoughts and dreams now, and if this is the only thing I have, it’s more than enough…