Reverie by brisa munoz

Being in that period of my life, I am conflicted with myself, the thoughts in my head. Where do I start? What is stopping me? It's blurry. But at the end of the day, the sun still rises. The warmth I feel from the sun as I write, energy from mother nature, awakens me. Whether it be the sun, the wind gently brushing my skin, or the water that refreshes by the touch, we are connected. I think I’ll start from here.