You are so hung up on a version of me that no longer represents me. And you rather drag me there instead of seeing how I have blossomed.

It’s not me it’s you!.. It’s your lack of access to my thoughts that terrifies you! You fill in the gap with made-up stories…we don’t all go for a rush down the hill, some of us are pushed… Yet we got up! I’m busy repairing myself, life isn’t all about the roads we take, it’s how we manage to keep it moving…

I awe the nomad in me a thank you note, thank you for moving forward… We don’t plant lifeless soils.