Waiting patiently for the next phase, faces turn as pages are blown by the wind underneath these wings. Winning. …. What is the true definition? On standby contemplating on whether to continue on this path or lean on society’s crutch we call “just getting by”. Not in the sense of money but in the sense of settling for mediocrity, high hopes soak in sorrow as the thought of tomorrow becomes a burden. Looking out this window where sky and land meet hoping to be met with the standards that make one feel worthy. The weight weighs heavy on the heart in transition to this next phase where we face fears mixed with the the anxiety of a smooth transition to another land. I pray that I have arrived before we land, that these opportunities weren’t wasted that lay in my hand. The skies are painted in skepticism but I know there is truth in between these distorted clouds


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