Theres this tree beside my old house that we used to live in when my parents were still together, occasionally I drive by, park my car, and stare at the tree that holds so many memories.
I remember climbing the branches higher and higher till my mother screamed from the porch telling me I would fall if I got any higher, ignoring my mother I climbed a few branches higher, listening to the wind sing and the birds harmonize in a beautiful melody, I remember feeling on top of the world, that sensation that I could be anything.
A five year old girl, with curly blonde hair and green eyes dreaming of the world as a huge place that she couldn't get each of her feet on every inch of the earth, it was a scary thought at the time, but peeking out of the branches she always saw a light, maybe it was the sun, but I saw it as hope. That one day the world  won't seem so big anymore, that i'd be able to swim the oceans and hike the mountains.
I'm sixteen now, watching this tree full of memories. Tears form in the sockets of my eyes. Because now I realize that the world is just a little too small, its overwhelming. There are billions of people in this world, and I'm just one. Tears stream down my face, wetting my cheeks, and I can't contain the animal caged inside me, so I release the beast. Bursting into a sob, I see a girl, with blonde curly hair climbing the branches on the tree of memories, her mother yelling from the front porch, telling her to climb down before she gets hurt. Her green eyes lock mine for a second, and she climbs higher, smiling as the sky fills her heart.

You broke down the door to my heart
Came crashing in like a burglar
Coming to steal everything i had
Even what i offered
You left me abandoned
Nothing left in my heart
But broken glass
From the windows you shattered
Pieces that will never be replaced
You broke down the door to my heart
Left hanging by its hinges
Each string that held my heart in place
Now hangs like a puppet
Dancing as you pull the strings
Constructing the dance moves

Im tired of writing how beautiful it all was, yea there were flowers growing in the pits of our stomachs. But those flowers are dead, liquor isn't water. Yea we had stars in our eyes, but the galaxies are gone, replaced by a black hole. We had wind in our hair and sun on our skin, but the sun has been gone for awhile now, and my skin is pale. The wind died and its just stale air. We had locks over our hearts but we both had a key, I threw my key into the ocean, watching in wash away in the waves just as our love did. It was beautiful, but beauty doesnt last forever, soon your hair will turn grey, your skin will wrinkle and the beauty fades away.

Maybe it's the sound of your name that brings me to my knees
But maybe its my lungs telling me to breathe

Some trees are harder to climb, some have spindly branches that break with each step you take. Some trees are too high up that the fear of falling enables you to climb. Life is like a tree, sometimes life has spindly branches that break. Sometimes the fall is too great to take another step. But sometimes the climb is worth it, because the view is beautiful.

Sometimes staring into the nothingness is what gives us answers to questions that our mind hasn't even comprehended, its gives us an answer to the inevitable question. What happens when all this is over?