hey, you.

I look at myself in the mirror, eyes are stuck in a blank stare.
I thought to myself, “Did I really come this far?”
“Am I supposed to be here right now?”

“Do I even deserve the everything I have?”
“Do I deserve everyone I have?”

“Do I deserve you?”

I look at myself in the mirror, seeing my now broken wings.
Flightless. Helpless. Hopeless.

I really hit the ground hard, huh.

“Welp,” trying to look at myself straight in the eye, my chin up.
“I guess I’m walking, then.”

So I walk. I walk towards my destination, my plan from the very start. With or without wings.

But every step I take is excruciating. I am only meant to fly, but that doesn’t mean that I always get to.

But that also doesn’t mean that I can’t get to where I want to go.

optimism.

The light of the night

Feet dangling upon the city view

You can see the cars passing by, but you’re far away

Drink in your tired hand, you breathe in

It’s been a long day of fighting

It’s always a long day, right?

But by the end of it, you realize

That the sunrise you will see when you wake up

Is the same sunrise you would look forward to see each day

Chin up. It will be okay.

Your own sun will rise, I promise.