Possibility. The word dances on my tongue, fresh and sweet.Before me lies a new, clear canvas, an expanse of anything.
I am free to stop dreaming and start chasing.
I can write. I can travel. I can leave this life, build a new one. I can shed these dry, papery skins of old selves and loves and wounds and uncover a whole new me.
I am a whole new me.
I will not take much with me into the future; just a few dreams, a few mentors and an abundance of enthusiasm. Light hands will make it easier to reach out, reach higher, pick myself up, capture a fairytale.
…I cannot seem to find the right words for a closing line. Maybe because I am so preoccupied with beginnings. How extraordinary.If you liked this, why not share it?
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