I used to lived my life religiously through books.
The good girl who suffers in silence, to afraid to speak up.
The rebellious girl, drowning her lungs with the fumes of death.
The feeling of losing someone who was never there to begin with.
It was my place away from reality, a way to experience things I never could, simply because I was too scared too.
I'm older now, I've felt weight on my shoulders, taking control.
I've felt the warm hands of a loved one, sweet whispers of happiness.
Light as air, drifting slowly.
I've started living my own life, experiences that are my own.
The exhilaration.
The sense of accomplishment.
The colours of laughter.
Sunsets.
Sunrises.
Darkness is no longer my enemy.
Silence no longer taunts me.
I'll find ways to make everyday a good one, even if it's just for a split second.
