Tiny spark
A whole other life exists within me.
It's hidden and suppressed.
Occasionally, it finds a way into the light and peaks outside.
But most of the time, it settles in the dark.
This other life is unstable yet somehow feels more real.
It begins to find comfort in the unknown, embracing the what-ifs and come-what-mays.
Still, it could use some direction.
Especially when possibilities start to feel uncertainties.
When emotions feels heavy and deep.
A north star. Just a tiny spark.