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 Withdrawn in a universe made of black holes.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.
Like dandelion seeds, I’m slipping 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.