I've been telling myself all year: "If I just keep running towards the light I'll make it out and soon take flight." Endless though this tunnel may seem I feel victory is near. Currently, I am all out of sorts, beginning to doubt that I will one day make it out. Feeling as if I'm under water today. It is just a feeling. I know i can really breathe whenever I please. A heaviness has overcome me these last few weeks. I cannot seem to will myself to be productive of late. As I feel the pressure of non-productivity surround me, I start to pick up the pace running towards the light.
I fall in the darkness, cutting my leg, forcing me to limp. I continue to make progress, telling myself "As long as you don't give up, you will make it." I know I will not be out as quickly as I had hoped, not with my injuries...
-THEY GO OUT EVERY WEEKEND-
The breath is stolen from my lungs.
-HE'S TAKING HER TO EUROPE-
I can feel the tears overtake me.
-THEY ARE GOING FOR A MONTH AS "FRIENDS"-
I'll believe that when Hell freezes over! I cannot see through my tears. I pray to go blind, so I don't have to see them together. This is what has been screwing me all up. Allowing my emotions to control me. Emotions I should not have had for over a year, but that I allowed. So many things have changed. It's over forever and I know that, but I'm still processing it all.
I must simply laugh at their misfortune... They deserve each other. The most two-faced couples are bound to be soulmates! I know that my power is revealed by my reactions. So, I choose to laugh at their wretchedness not fall apart and die. I will bandage my injuries and I will carry on. I will get out of my personal Hell, grow my wings back, and fly as far from here as I can from this pain. "Do not cry, sensitive one, run so that you may fly."
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