The silhouette of my existence remains absolute.

I felt the soft breeze of the Spring air against my skin as I stood on the outside of that house the following day, the clear sky above beginning to darken. The day was nearing its end, and I decided to wait for the moonrise.

I slowly began to realize that I was beginning to discover my sense of self again. It is that person that I wake up to every morning, that person that questions everything within that existence; it is that person whom I allow to sit in my house when I hear a voice calling to me for comfort. Maybe where I’m supposed to be is where I’ve always been. Maybe that voice that I thought no one heard, and those words on paper left untouched, unaltered, and unused, was that self that I thought I had lost. I began to understand that I was broken apart to give rise to a self that could no longer be broken. I was left in solitude to learn to listen. I listened to everything around me, including my voice. Because of the voice that I thought no one could hear, the silhouette of my existence remains absolute.

As I stood there accepting those sensations that I had not experienced before, the silhouette of the moon began to appear above a misty cloud that formed in the evening sky. There sat my reflection; and I thought to myself, everything happens for a reason.

By, Violet.