ᴋᴀʟʏᴘꜱᴏ

  Wasn’t I supposed to move forward as I grew older? I was supposed to overcome my fears, defeat my insecurities, and let myself shine. Or rather, that was the plan — and the adults I observed in the past always seemed to follow that path. As I grew, I was meant to lead the wolves I once ran alongside. I would guide them and never lose my way in the forest. But things aren’t going as I expected. Each passing day — even each hour — makes me feel more lost. The better I think I know myself, the more I realize I don’t. The person I used to be was brave and determined, someone who did whatever they set their mind to. Now, I no longer know who I am. I used to run with the wolves. I memorized the path to lead them and to avoid getting lost in the forest. I’ve become the forest itself.