a figment in time
I'm a figment. Some one lost and no one looking to find. It used to bother me until I found out the truth. The truth is what opened my eyes and allowed me to see and accept my situation. It assisted my ability to be content. I stopped living in solitude, becoming stronger and more independent. I was finally released, because every one was so caught up in being sought out and being found. It tied them down.
The moment I stopped trying to be sought out my confidence was forced to sky rocket because my only choice was to put myself out there. I had to show them my potential and prove that it was more than just talent and sheer luck driving me. I had drive, purpose and authentic creativity.
I was more than just a figment because I knew that I was only a figment. I was set free and could finally stop depending on being just another hidden story. Instead of letting people look past me, I would make sure they looked at me and then saw into me. I had nothing to hide, it was only me.
The moment I stopped trying to be sought out my confidence was forced to sky rocket because my only choice was to put myself out there. I had to show them my potential and prove that it was more than just talent and sheer luck driving me. I had drive, purpose and authentic creativity.
I was more than just a figment because I knew that I was only a figment. I was set free and could finally stop depending on being just another hidden story. Instead of letting people look past me, I would make sure they looked at me and then saw into me. I had nothing to hide, it was only me.