Anger within. Healing or more darkness? Too early to tell. To early to feel. Numb. Too tight in this frame. I need to get out. I need to be me. Nina remade.

Laughing heart and smiling eyes. Sweet memories from tomorrow. Tomorrow is today. Breathing love. Now.

It feels big, though still small. It will grow. I can tell. I have been here before. Hope.

So it begins. With rain on a worn heart. Rain, but no thunder. No ill intentions. No pain. Actually, no nothing. Like a phone that needs to be recharged. Full of potential. It just needs to be switched