Make me levitate...

This is the part when I break free.

What if for once, even when everything falls apart, I'd be completely fine? What if I wouldn't breakdown, cry, try to transform? What if I simply let things go, and accept that the life I want, was never truly mine to have? What if I'd be able to move on without hesitation or regret, without pause or agony, without hysteria or psychosis? What if all I need, all I've ever needed is a piece of paper, a pen, and the resolve to write down anything, anything at all? As I ponder these questions, and as my future hangs in balance, I find that the road ahead has more to do with what I'm willing to gain, than what I need to sacrifice. Tears won't get me anywhere - neither will a broken heart not willing to heal. These are the moments I have to be the strongest, the wisest, the most susceptible to the good, and most resistant to the bad. Each day passes as a totally different life, and I am left speechless by how, after all this time, there is hope. There is always hope.