It feels like I’ve been staring at a picture for quite some time.
Could it still be the same me? the same us?
I used to have a different smile. A different laugh.
Changes. Yes it has concealed every part of me that once distinguished the person whom I was before.
Is it too late to go back?
For months, I’ve been longing for the safe haven I once called home.
But I stuck to what I believed was right.
Walk forward and never look back.
Now I’m slowly realizing that I’ve lost a part of me somewhere in this long road journey.
And only have I finally understood that I will never be complete until I trace my steps back.
Now I’m asking you,
Is it too late?