“Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction. I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire.”

My figures fail to tell me
How far the Village lies --
Whose peasants are the Angels --
Whose Cantons dot the skies --
My Classics veil their faces --
My faith that Dark adores --
Which from its solemn abbeys
Such ressurection pours.

-Emily Dickinson

All those days watching in the windows
All those years outside looking in
All that time never even knowing 
Just how blind I've been
Now I'm here blinking in the starlight
Now I'm here suddenly I see 
Standing here it's all so clear
I'm where I'm meant to be

And at last I see the light
And it's like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it's like the sky is new
And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything looks different
Now that I see you

"From this day on... when I look back on the past... I will smile... and say to myself... I never thought I could do it... but I did... I over came all the people who tried to bring me down."

Sick of trying to defend myself, 

sick of trying to force you to understand something I don't need to explain.

Out to explore and experience, and nothing else matters.

Struggling through the struggle

and waiting for the light to appear.

The plan that is in progress will come to fruition when the time is right.

So let me be,

let me be me.

And I want freedom.

And I'm done  trying to defend.

Can't wait to become more of myself.

Break down the walls, head into the wild.

I'm not here for you, I'm here for me.

I'm here to be a better me.