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I sat on the cold snowy bench finally allowing myself to feel it all yet it was as though the cold numbed everything away. As much as I let my tear ducks relax my face remained dry. Even in complete defeat, my body found a way to fight against me. Still, I let the cold scold my legs through my jeans till they burned and my fingertips felt purple. I let everything fly across my mind and yet also let it stay blank. Finally, one tear released and sat on my cheek.
I have a fear of running, so what?
All of us have at least one fear that seems completely irrational. Something that when we confide in someone about it, we often follow with "I know silly, right?" or "I know it's stupid" or "I know I shouldn't be but...". The 'I knows' that follows our fear that is completely valid yet, so many of us feel like they are invalid when we share.
A letter to the past
Dear past me, Another year has passed that separates me from you. Yet, I still let my decisions then haunt me like a permanent shadow that refuses to change to match my current form. A shadow that sticks to me long after the sun sets. So, I'm writing you this letter.
Is this the life I thought I would be living? No, absolutely not. And before you get the wrong idea, this is not a fairytale. My life didn't turn out for the better. I may be partial however, I expect most people would agree this is the worst outcome for anyone.
Tall above the clouds I stand, with the perfect view Yet, alone I am
Kingdom of the Ancalagon
The bitter air pierced into the bed of scales on the Ancalagon, each breeze passing through turning warmer. The weather in this region was not substantial for flying, long turned frigid when the creatures were banished by the Queen of Shadows.