Lately, a single phrase keeps following me.
“You’re becoming.”
I keep seeing it everywhere.
Like a quiet little whisper following me around.
Soft. Subtle. Persistent.
Lately, a single phrase keeps following me.
“You’re becoming.”
I keep seeing it everywhere.
Like a quiet little whisper following me around.
Soft. Subtle. Persistent.
She showed up full of conviction, so sure of who she was supposed to be.
Hopeful. Certain.
Soft and kind, unaware of what was coming.