Shifting Shores

I stride quietly through the passing of time, through the lives of those who once knew me. However, today I am not who I once was; tommorow I will be more than I am today, and though I might pass through quietly in my own world, I can see clearly that which is in front of me, because by my own hands, by my own destiny, I strive to be alive, in love and free. Free from that which shackles and binds, free from that which stings and blinds, free to write, paint, and dream idealistic dreams, in a world that is seemingly crafted of my own, of my right, my right to be who I want to be with those who have always been in front of me.