I know that you’re upset with me, with my decisions, with the life I’ve chosen.
And now, I also know that I can’t do anything to change that.
I’ve diverged from my old identity: the golden child. Attempts to find myself led me astray from that path into the night-filled forest of who I am now. For me, the darkness shines bright with the moonlight. However you can’t get past the dimming twilight you see when you slyly glimpse my way.
I’ve traced trail upon trail with my eyes and later with my feet through these trees. But whilst I draw strength from them, you portray them as objects keeping you from me.