Dear Steemit,
How have you been? I probably don’t deserve a second chance. But something tells me I will still get it. I changed my name. But I still couldn’t get yours out of my mind. I won’t ask for forgiveness; yet. At least not in words. They would seem hollow and empty. But I am here to stay. I will lay myself bare; once again; one layer at a time. Painfully.
May be then you would understand. And then maybe someday you would manage to convince the world. Till then I will be that delicate shoot at the top of the tree - lonely, hopeful, fighting against the wind, locked in a staring contest with the sun, soaking in the rain - forever trying to reach the stars :)
Yours,
Ever Incoherent,
Oxyscapist