every single day

i never used to understand

the complexity of the human species.

even a year ago,

locking myself away for hours

in some attempt

to escape from the outside world.

sometimes it takes a push;

sometimes it takes a shove,

knocking you down

in a way that leaves you breathless.

and the more time i spent in the sun,

the more i began to understand

what life is really about.

there's a certain type of love to be found

in the first friendships of a former shut-in.

so i let the time shape me

as if i was always a clay figure

just waiting for the force to change.

and now i go outside every single day.

i drive wherever my hands on a steering wheel take me.

although i still have so much left of this world,

so new to me,

left to discover,

i learn its patterns more and more

every day.