those days.

they remember those days, the ones where the sun never seemed to be able to break through their rainclouds, the days when friends and family felt like aliens and they didn’t belong on the earth, those days where everything rained down on them in dramatic downpours of never being enough. they remember those days, but they are no longer defined by them.

there are brighter days ahead, where the sun is so close they can feel the heat on their skin in rivulets and ribbons of rest, the days when their friends and family feel like comfort and home and they have found where they belong, the days where everything isn’t the end of the world and the apocalypse of identity isn’t a threat. they look forward to these days, and they hope that the joys and the healing of these days will forge a newer, brighter path ahead.