the illusion of familiarity can leave you stagnant
forcing you to settle into a narrative
that was never your own to begin with,
go where nothing is familiar
go where you are forced to become
comfortable with the uncomfortable
and have a chance to recreate
your story every single breath.
miracles do exist
and you exist
what a coincidence?
dont listen to the words they fill your head with,
they do not know themselves,
how the hell can they tell who you are?