Breathing
5.02am. I am on my bed, comfortably settled. The windows are right beside me where I can look up and out of it without having to move an inch. I've looked at the skies from this angle for years. Now the skies are an inky red, and the wind, it blows into my room. It is a little cold, but so comfortable and surreally so. The guitar strums and oddly broken voice of Angus and Julia Stone fills my room. Sleep won't come, but I don't mind at all. The seeds of doubts that grew into ugly, parasitic weeds once engulfed my heart. But they're gone, now. I feel little seeds of strength starting to blossom. It is like carrying something special around. I feel at peace, something that I've missed for so long. The corners of my mouth are turned up, and it feels just right to fall asleep with a smile. I just realized that I haven't been sleeping with my blanket over me like I needed to the past 19 years because it made me feel protected and secure. That means something. There's a little star twinkling at me in the distance.