self.

even after feelings so powerful and potent that they stopped sleeping for a few days just so they could take it all in without distractions.

even after freeing themselves from the expectations and throwing open the prison gates to feel the sun on their skin for the first time.

even after they found themselves over and over again with the support of their friends and the love they never knew was there.

even now, even after all they’ve accomplished, all that they’ve been through, and all they have seen, felt, and been.

they still can’t explain, in the most logical way, the new sense of self that’s at home in their heart.