They picked up the pieces the others had discarded.
The gathered me up tenderly, as an injured bird, and nurtured me back to health.
They showed me it’s never to late to chase your dreams.
They released me back into the world, to fly after my ambitions.
A free bird.
I keep thinking about you.
Maybe it was real.
Maybe it wasn’t.
I waited for you for such a long time, tethered to the rocks, crashing against the cruel waves.
Life was difficult, life was cold, life was suffocating – but you cut my chains and set me free.
Nevertheless, the waves were too strong, they pulled us down – life got the better of us, and we drowned.
The unknown is so powerful, painful, and awakening.
The dream and reality crash, crack, and fall.
your words were sickly sweet to me
flowing like a constant chocolate fountain
smooth and all encompassing
but the sugar made me sick
and I threw you up