She is going to find herself
when she is meant to find herself.
In the wrong or in the right place.
In this space or in the next.
Today or tomorrow.
Tomorrow is drowning drunk in love,
In the things she cannot understand,
But there will always be
something happening to her,
and something will always be changing her.
Something to bring herself closer to herself.
She will continue, she will endure and grow.
And the way she will see the world
will be nothing more, but a reflection
And all at once, the search will be beautiful.
The birth of a flower is one to remember,
the moment we all pay attention to her bloom.
– R. M. Drake