“For a star to be born,
There is one thing that
Must happen: a gaseous
Nebula must collapse.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.”
-N.T. (Noor Tagouri)
Today is a new day.
Nothing makes sense right now. Or I guess…nothing is supposed to make sense.
I have watched everything crumble. I have seen strong buildings fall and systems collapse. I have heard the cries of mourning and wiped the tears of afflictions.
I am not talking about society. I am talking about me.
Today is a new day. But nothing makes sense…
I am taking things step by step. I’m not sure what my story will be, but I know I have a story to tell. So, I will continue to write until things make sense again.
I will move forward with hope, because today is a new day.