Change. It's like an unexpected swallowing that submerges my entire body in a depths of ignorance.
I'm hesitant to peer into the unknown. I'm still me; this is simply a new setting. My image appears crooked. I keep morphing, altering, and changing again until I lose track of my current shape. What's the shape of me, what's inside of me? My existence today has been shaped by a variety of circumstances, occurrences and experiences but who am I without them all? How exactly am I out of shape?
All of the unseen suffering persisted in the body, which was left to lie and turn into a petrified mass that I could hardly shatter.

Change. There is a rebirth. However, rebirths comes with pain. Everything you physically were going through is now crumbling and shattering into a million pieces of glass. I end up growing attached to the agony; how would my existence be without it? Despite how familiar everything seems to me, I don't want to stay here any longer since I'm exhausted.
I'm tired, I'm truly worn out of battling with myself.

Change is constant. I watch how every thought, every experience takes on a new form. I'm surrounded by the unknown, still learning about lost aspects of myself, finding it difficult to communicate with them, but I'm here now, and no matter what I do, I can't go back to who I was.
I have changed significantly over the past four years; I hardly even recognise myself anymore. I believe I have finally learned to love and accept myself, but I still have no idea where I want to go. Even if I'm still searching for my way, at least this time I'm not running away from myself.
I hope you can finally recognise how beautiful you are as a human on the inside and out.
I truly, deeply, love you.