Whispered Prayers

There's a sort of ache here. A sort of sigh that's unwanted.

I've had this sort of plan for myself. these goals. And i know now, more so than i ever have that it's ok to go off schedule. It's ok to stop myself and lag behind my intentions. It's ok to breathe and feel beauty.

That's what i keep telling myself.

But with this it cannot. It cannot wait. it cannot be put off. If i can't complete this then i can no longer have faith in myself. I call to you not as someone seeking pity, but as someone that wants you to understand, you my reader, whether faithful or not. If i do not meet this deadline than all of this has been for nothing.

I can't stay here any longer. I can't wither here anymore.

For the first time in a long time i'm having fun. i'm laughing. and smiling. and joking. And I don't cry anymore. these are my friends. i know that now. they are worth it. this is my family. they will wait.

But i can't anymore. i can't stay caged. i can't stay tied. I can no longer look at the thinsg that say his face and push away the memories of the dead. This is the End.

Summer must come and i will have graduated. I will have transfered. I will be moving on. No matter what it takes.

A girl with the attitude of a feline and the fragility of a small bird leaps in the air. Her body twirls, her wings stretch, her legs extend. The sun catches in her hair and for a moment she is golden. for a moment she is exactly who she was meant to be.