It's a strange existence, floating between the life you think you deserve, and the life that has been handed to you. A constant struggle to let go and move on, without ever really taking the time to bask in the wonders before you. Moments slip by, hearts break and never heal, tears dry up after a lifetime of crying, and still, even after everything, the boy I ran away from, gazes from my reflection. I try to shatter the mirror, yet tiny pieces remain, and the images haunt me in my dreams. I thought I crossed the world, reached the other side and found truth where souls go to die, but as it seems, the only real thing I ever had, was taken from me too soon and without notice. The wheels spin on, and no matter how heavy it gets, paradise always seems just around the corner. The harsh conditions matter not, for all I want, for all I've ever wanted, is to break the chains that bind, and walk away from the life they think I lead. I wonder tough, I wonder a lot; is it slavery when you get what you want?
