i was never a loyalist to my homeland,
but when i saw the trees
that had towered over my head
in my teenage years,
i graced the earth with my knees
and raged.
to the girl sitting by the lake
counting good omens on stones
and stringing her worth on fair words:
the only one
who can deliver you
from your despondency
is yourself.
reflections written in the park i walked every day in during the most tumultuous years of my teens. as the trees have changed, so have i, yet as the trees have remained the same, so have i. leaving home with renewed faith in the only one who can deliver me: myself. 
📸: cișmigiu bloom!
amaryllis 