If I can break free from these chains and walk away from the charred remains. I’d enter into a World of rushing storms, where rain trickles down my spine and promises me something more.

Today I’ll walk away, knowing that I’m leaving home, away from this prison that’s been so safe and well known. I’ll take control of my own and reach out for dreams of my own, knowing I must face this road on my own.

This morning, dew drops come trickling down as I say my last goodbyes to this town. The sun is blinding me as far as I can see, but far off in the distant haze, I imagine my dreams.