standing on the hill

it's about learning to survive on your own.

you take flight and leave the world behind you, that crisp, autumn morning just a fragment of the past.
you reach for the sky and touch the stars and let your heart burn, never forgetting how they hurt you. never, ever forgetting how they loved you.
you hit the ground again and realize they're not even there. that they abandoned that place and gave up on you. that they never expected you to win.

but you did.



it's about learning to love again.

you leave off from the last place you swallowed, the sweet fragrance of your former lover's face, and those eyes that left holes in your spirit.
you reach out for another hand to hold and find just what you're looking for. only better.
you've moved on and you realize the game just doesn't have to be played forever. you could've quit last year. you could have left yesterday.

but life still goes on.




it's about learning to let go of the past.

you know your memories are one of the only things left in your possession. yet all you can seem to remember sometimes are the hurts that could haunt you forever.
you take a step back, for only a moment though, and you see the worth in what you used to feel.
you take a chance and let it all wash over you because you know that there had to be something special. there always is.
you let it spill out and stop fearing the chances of return. those times they'll get you back.

and your life starts here.