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. The 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 voices, so many laughs, a few goodbyes. 
And in about a year now, I'll have to leave behind the place I've grown to call home.
So I'll embrace every little part of this year. Because the rest of my life starts now.

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