soon… a new year. || 20th september, 2017.

( p e r s o n a l . )

It may just be a birthday. We all have many of those in our hopefully long lives, so they shouldn’t be special. But they still feel like it.

Tomorrow is mine.

I’m in a new country, for a new degree, full of new stories and with a head and heart that finally feel like they belong to me. I’m nor saying that I’m not afraid of the future, or afraid to lose youth without burning bright. We’re all a bit scared, deep down.

But I’ve got dreams to follow and ways to find, and no time to be hopeless and hollow.

in six days

I’m one year older

learned of worlds yet none the wiser

kissed words to life and lips not once

but young blood runs my veins to pieces

since I became my god and priestess