These present circumstances are not who I am. I do not appreciate being lied about especially by someone who claimed to one me one minute then throw me under the bus the next. I hate having to prove myself but I WILL NOT be lied about!
Perhaps we only leave so we may once again arrive, to get a bird's eye view of what it means to be alive. For there is beauty in returning, oh how wonderful, how strange, to see that everything is different but know it's only you who's changed.
And as the sky screamed out loud, it drowned her cries, giving her the much needed freedom to pour the little life her dying heart had into this catharsis. She cried with the skies. She cried with the universe.