I've always wondered what it's like to walk into a room full of people and not be afraid. To talk to someone without stumbling over words. To connect with someone.
I've always wondered what it's like to not feel like you're floating outside of a room, looking in on yourself, silently screaming at yourself to just-- talk.
We are each a snow flake that is entirely unlike any other.
We are each hurdling through life, headed towards the unknown.
We blow around together in the wind, dancing beautifully in the sky.
Most of us land among each other, creating drifts.
Not all of us are lucky enough to make it to the ground, though.
Some of us get caught on a branch and can do nothing but look on, wishing we could be part of the world around us.
We are tired of staring longingly from the outside. ..... I am tired of staring longingly from the outside.
I've always wondered what it's like to not be afraid.
Maybe someday the wind will blow me into the crowd and I'll be welcomed with open arms. And then, maybe then, I won't be afraid anymore.