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Where had I been lately?

I wasn’t hiding.......

I wasn’t lost........

I was… becoming.

While the world moved on without asking, I stepped away from its noise, not out of fear, but out of necessity. I chose silence over shallow sounds, solitude over shallow souls.

I had been pouring back into myself, not just time or attention, but the pieces of me I had given away too freely. I reclaimed them all, one by one: the laughter I suppressed, the tears I dried too soon, the dreams I shelved to keep others comfortable. I filled my own cup until it overflowed with something resembling life again.

In the stillness, I created.

I took my pain, sharp, shapeless, maybe, and began to mold it. It screamed, it resisted, but I shaped it into poetry, rhythm, color, breath. What once wounded me now danced on canvases and pages, not for validation but for liberation. Art became my voice when I had none, my mirror when I couldn’t face myself.

Some days, I got lost on purpose. I wandered through forgotten paths of memory, pain, and desire. I made homes in unfamiliar thoughts, allowed myself to feel deeply, even if it broke me further. Because in that brokenness, there was truth. And in that truth, something waited.

Purpose.

It didn’t come as a flash or thunder. It arrived quietly, like morning light after a sleepless night.

It found me not when I chased it, but when I was finally still enough to notice its presence.

It whispered, “You were never lost, you were being led.”

So, where had I been lately?

I was healing.

I was unbecoming everything that wasn’t mine.I was preparing. And now, I return, not the same, but real. Not loud, but full. Not empty, but whole.

And if you ask again, “Where have you been lately?”

I’ll smile and say,

“Exactly where I needed to be.”




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