Each night I look at the bright sky and think to myself: how nice would it be if I could just fly away?
Without fear, and without looking back.
And to leave everything behind. Without fear and shame.
To let to go of things tethering me--feelings I want to hide and thoughts I'd rather bury at the deepest recesses of my mind.
Thoughts so cluttered even I would drown in them: words, images, memories, and feelings.
I would rather escape them.
But all these are part of me; escape is futile.
I could embrace them.
I am not perfect, and I should accept that imperfection is part of me.
I should accept that chaos is not always bad.
I should accept that there is beauty in chaos.
I am chaotic.
I am beautiful.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
Each night I look at the bright sky and think to myself: how nice would it be if I could just fly away?
Without fear, and without looking back.
And to leave everything behind. Without fear and shame.
To let to go of things tethering me--feelings I want to hide and thoughts I'd rather bury at the deepest recesses of my mind.
Thoughts so cluttered even I would drown in them: words, images, memories, and feelings.
I would rather escape them.
But all these are part of me; escape is futile.
I could embrace them.
I am not perfect, and I should accept that imperfection is part of me.
I should accept that chaos is not always bad.
I should accept that there is beauty in chaos.
I am chaotic.
I am beautiful.
