This year has been hectic.
This year has been surreal.
And next year is just on our heels.
Half the year gone.
It seems to be;
That nearly six months ago I was a mystery.
Looking back now,
I wonder, how I got so far,
From who I once wanted to be.
Yet so close, to who I'd never think would be 'me'.
Now it is no mystery, for time has not only changed you.
But also me.
In this moment, nothing is changing.
But then again.
When tomorrow dawns, nothing will be the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem