"My life extends far beyond the limitations of me."

[feylana]

Yeah, well. I've never broken my heart, but I wouldn't say it has been complete from the start.

Moments like this, quiet thoughts and comfortably dark corner of a home, are the reason I sometimes need to stay up longer than I should. There's work to be done in just a bit over five hours, but being tired is nothing compared to never breathing this easily. This is all about the stories, the bittersweet not-quite-memories and the feeling of getting over anything, everything.

Peace of mind is a rare thing, but even rarer is the peace of soul.

I'm not meant to be perfect, for without my flaws I would not know or feel what I need to.

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One day, I'll write again. I'll finally have enough to share, even if I've never written to anyone but myself. I feel overwhelmed, listening to music like this, realizing most of the stories are not, in fact, fictional. We make them real.