I want to be the tips of the branches of the tallest tree..
Forever touching the sky,
Wind constantly flowing around me...
Through me.
Apart of the earth
But skyward bound...

I'm alone.
Secluded.
Left with only my thoughts.
The barren cold environment fills my lungs with frigid winter air.
Sharp and painful.

It is the fear
of not having anyone to go home to at night,
being alone;
that is what keeps a person from achieving their true aspirations,
their dreams,
their personal legend…
It’s the nightmares that wake you from your slumber,
the monsters in the closet,
and the shadows of the night.
Fear,
it is the root of all obstacles,
because we must first face them to persevere.
You have to take into account that
great love and great achievements
involve great risk.

It is the lessons I have learned
morals I have developed
that lay the foundations and structures of who I am,
who I have been,
and who I am becoming.

Words cannot describe the way I feel.
feel.feel.feel?

                     fell?
Fall. I have fallen.
There's no turning back now.
I am alone.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
fall? fell? feel?
How do I feel again?