Unlimited
I used to stay awake at twilight, daydreaming about my wildest wishes coming true. I used to feel a flame licking at my fingertips when I held the same pen I hold now. I used to see myself in the reflection of my pitch black bedroom window and smile, feeling unbreakable, feeling unbounded, feeling untouchable.
I would be different. I would shatter the rules that have only weighed me down. I would prove everyone who doubted me wrong. I would make myself proud of what I could do. I would do the impossible. I would find my wings and soar. I would finally feel the balmy air in my face, the warm sunlight on my skin, and the wind whipping around my body as I made my way up.
But I am no Icarus. I displayed no hubris, yet it still hurt all the same when I crashed into the barrier. I felt myself plummeting toward Earth, feeling the gravity of reality again, feeling the wind whirling under me. And as my red eyes shed blue tears, I couldn’t help but think about the past. How I used to sit by candlelight with all my dreams in my notebook, my mind burning with all the things I would accomplish. How I saw myself in the window. How I felt unlimited.
Now I wonder if that reflecting darkness had always been staring back at me.
