Fly Away...

I just feel as if I want to fly away.

Just fly away from everything.

It's all sort of heavy.
A dark drowning.
It suffocates me with this
constant mindset.

A feeling not of happiness,
but of despair.

Are we losing our grip?
I'm trying to hold on tight.
I find that the weight of it all can only be held so long.
Give me anything, and I can do it.
Why is this so different now?
Why must it effect everything?

I feel as if nothing is okay.

Everything is just a blur. Like pictures of fading shades of gray.

Every sound is muted. Every word I say is ignored.

These branches are getting either too cold, too sharp, or too weak to hold me...

I want to fly away. From everything.

The bright side that we're supposed to be looking on seems to be fading.

The greener grass that resides on the other side seems to be parched and dying.

This aching feeling of loss and brokenness seems to be devouring me.

Everything seems so uneven. So subdued.

Why do I feel like this?

Why must this ache so much?

I do not know the answer.

...to any of these questions.

I just want everything to be okay.

I'm waiting not only for the answers, but for the light to come back into my life.

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I know that I am a very lucky person.

I have a lot of beautiful people in my life, many wonderful opportunities, and a bright future ahead of me.

I believe my positively is running just a tad bit short this evening.

It'll be back soon.

I hope at least.