The gift of a word.

I’d been carrying it around for such a very long time.

Meant to explain me in their eyes.

Verbose, direct, judgmental eyes looking. To make sense.


But it never felt quite right.

Heavy, it followed me everywhere.

Pollution to my thoughts.


She gave me a new word.

“Passive” became “Reflective”.

And, I was reborn.

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