ghost

The ghosts of who I've been and the things I've become. I feel nothing or everything. I hate some things, love some things. This was a year of revelation. My distracted years of youth are past and my eyes have been opened to what they were once blind to. This is the last year of my teens, and I am saying goodbye. But I am saying hello to so much more. Purpose. Dream. Passion. Meaning. Understanding. No longer a chameleon of what people expect from me, I am a collage of the woman who's been hiding. Goodbye 2009, it is good to be rid of you.