How happy I am now, well. Had someone told me I would be like I am now, I wouldn't have believed them.
The whole thing with J only made those feelings arise even more, but I recently met someone that gave me new hope. I'm not betting on anything happening, but to have a glimmer of hope is better than staring at a suitcase full of dust.
Pack up your emotions, one by one.
While searching through the many cabinets where the memories of your life are stored away, you find none of genuine happiness. The melancholy goes in the brown suitcase; the memories attached to it are enough to make you want to fly away, but without wings is is near impossible. Embark on a venture to find those wings so you can fly away.
On that expedition, you watch the sun rise and the sun set. The simple, yet complex joys of life aren't enough to make you stay. You came across a stream, and at that stream was a tiny bird that was so powerful that it lifted your heavy body up and flew you to that city that you dreamt of in your sleep; the one with happiness - the perfect world. A carefree world. One where one had no ability to ponder the darkness of life, but rather the things at the end of the tunnel, where the light and dark meet; a happy medium.
There was where you found those wings. Soon, you would fly away to that place you had just gotten a taste of and had escaped you, forever.
Sometimes, just flying away is easier.
While searching through the many cabinets where the memories of your life are stored away, you find none of genuine happiness. The melancholy goes in the brown suitcase; the memories attached to it are enough to make you want to fly away, but without wings is is near impossible. Embark on a venture to find those wings so you can fly away.
On that expedition, you watch the sun rise and the sun set. The simple, yet complex joys of life aren't enough to make you stay. You came across a stream, and at that stream was a tiny bird that was so powerful that it lifted your heavy body up and flew you to that city that you dreamt of in your sleep; the one with happiness - the perfect world. A carefree world. One where one had no ability to ponder the darkness of life, but rather the things at the end of the tunnel, where the light and dark meet; a happy medium.
There was where you found those wings. Soon, you would fly away to that place you had just gotten a taste of and had escaped you, forever.
Sometimes, just flying away is easier.
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