I have been so quiet. Withdrawn in a universe made of black holes. Only the raven sang. And I cried and cried and cried. Where have you been? I’ve waited for so long; I have been waiting, waiting.
But not anymore. I grew up. I swam in those seemingly fathomless oceans of tears, until I was out. Until I could breathe again: oxygen, light, hope.
Now I’m spreading stardust among the dark nebulae. Now I scream. I’m the girl throwing dreams against the abyss.
 
I’m slipping, like dandelion seeds, away from the darkness and though it will always be a part of me I will never, never, let it – again – become all I am.
 
We all fight for something. Let it be for something beautiful. Something worth the ruins we leave behind.
 

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