There’s so much longing in me I feel like it’s going to push through my pores in a bright burst of light and devour everyone and everything around me, including myself.
Before this felt like a curse, but now it’s a gift. The world feels like a flower slowly peeling back its petals to feel the sun, and even the longing for something I don’t have doesn’t change the fact that the universe feels bright and good again.
I feel like I’m stretching out to feel the sun, too.
The world is scary and nothing is perfect; there will still be difficulties ahead. It will feel bleak and dark at some point, but now…
Now all the hopelessness I’ve collected over the years has been washed away. Anything is possible again.