You’re growing on your own, you realized. Yes, you’ve known this for most of your life but finally having it catch up to you, takes you back to memories you’ve since said goodbye to
It takes you back to a place of bone-deep hurt, swimming after siblings left behind on a seemingly stranded island with deadly waters and foggy skies
You were one of three, meaning your days weren’t yours, but you never slept away your nights
You’re growing on your own but are realizing that your skies are ready to be redesigned and crafted by what you promised yourself is a future, even if your dark waters tell you otherwise
You’re ready to scream and then release
You’re growing on your own and fear is rational chaos that you need to learn to control. But breathe easy, please and allow yourself to wait and see.