When I flew too close to the sun.

When I flew too close to the sun:

Blazing and burning, cut my wings too much and now I’m learning about pain, about fear.

The decent, the fall, that wasn’t what scared me. Being Lost, alone and unable to say goodbye, that’s what I was always afraid of deep down.

The swelling, sinking feeling inside my stomach; feels like it’s eating me whole. I thought everything would be okay, but I did always overthink.

The wind in my hair, tears in my eyes; there was no air in my lungs. No saving me now.

An outstretched hand, reached for the heavens that weren’t there. They were never there.

And all of a sudden, everything’s white, everything’s bright, everything’s light and everything feels right. Like someone’s swaddled me in a safety blanket.

A final moment was a mistake, last words unspoken and left hung up in the air.

Everything I did, never mattered.

Every word I spoke, every tear I cried.

Every step I took.

Never Mattered.