.a written note.

And now do I realize what they, the whispers, the sensations seem to do with me. By introducing themselves to me, suddenly disappearing yet promising to return, making me wait and then giving me hints that they're on their way to my door, they're making me vulnerable. In a way I never was before. A new vulnerability I'll live my life with henceforth. They're making me vulnerable despite knowing, given the past circumstances, that I have every reason not to be so ever again. They found their ways to me, no matter how unbelievable it seemed. They want me to listen to my inner self more than ever. They want me to stand up despite the obstacles I went through, despite the storms I'll continue to swim through. They want to see me being tough for the world is rough. Standing tough like a lighthouse. Away but still accompanying the water. Rough and tough yet having an elegance when the Sun sets and the water needs to be highlighted.