Perhaps there is a different story we begin to tell. All those magical dreams have come true beyond anything I could have imagined. I chose to nourish the garden that had always been waiting. Then everything changed because I wanted something more.
I loved every inch of my skin, every second of my days, every good thought I could cultivate. I let my mind reach to all those wonderful things I wanted to adore. Over and over again, I began to teach myself with an open leash how to walk without getting lost.
Breathing became easier and I began to push myself out of the corner. I began to ask for what I needed to grow, I cut open the roof and let tree tops explore. Most importantly I had to love, love, love and love so much more.
