Do you see it?

The warm light ahead, the promise of a better world, the reason why you have worked so hard to become who you are, and no one else.  The day when you shed all of the hollow compliments that you kept for safekeeping, scattering them to the ground like a million petals from flowers that never bore fruit.

You will someday be free of the curse of cursing yourself, you will carve your own way out of the story.  It is terrifying to feel that the only way to be saved is for someone else to rescue you.  But what if the sky itself were to open up and dispell the wounds that we so desperately crave to be tended to?  When the gentle morning sunlight itself nourishes our hunger, and the gentle mist in the air quenches our thirst.

Despite all of my reluctance for change, I can still feel that there is a way out.  Up, and above the fields of mourning and despondency.  We linger, always, because there are feelings that still tie us down.  But there are feelings that we no longer need, too.  In a voiceless breath, we set them free like so many words falling out of the pages of the story that was never truly meant for us, a million tiny snowflakes gently drifting to the ground and returning to the earth.