Bloom
In my kitchen, there's a picture of a little girl with flowers in her hair and her head in the clouds. It captures a moment from what feels like a lifetime ago. There are some things that have stayed the same. T he moon still seems to follow me at night, like it's got my back in the darkest hours. Daisies are still my favorite flowers, and I haven't figured out just why as of yet. When I feel vulnerable, I still turn into the bona fide personification of all my emotions. And I still get overly excited about little things like seeing my friends and when I find something I'm passionate about. At the same time, I've grown. I am 16 now, and my biggest talent is comparing myself to the best, whoever I think it is. I have a hundred little ideas every day that I'll never pursue, because I'm trying to focus. I've seen different parts of the world. I've heard a thousand different stories from a thousand different people. I've heard so many vo...