The Story

My plans unraveled in the sand, and I tried to knit them back up, but I failed and I'm okay with that.

I did what I had to do for me, and I'm alive and I'm living the best I can and I know I'm going to make it. I've survived worse and I'll enjoy better and there is beauty in the dissonance as well as in the chords that make the wind sing and the flowers bloom.

I've left a swath of ignorance and anger in my wake and that's just something other people are going to have to deal with. Guilt has bent my soul since childhood and I refuse to bow anymore. I left my beauty and dreams in lavender with my innocence and I will force my faintness of heart in there so that I can run freely again.

I used to want Somebody - a Prince? - to take me back to Yesterday and the loveliness of daydreams, but now I see that I missed things along the way so I'll learn a new walk by myself, with my feet on the ground and my face lifted to the sky.

I can do this today, tomorrow, and forever.