Excuses.

One particularly prominent aspect of my lifestyle is unwinding, and I couldn't be more ready to let it.

I've always lived to do what I want, those chasing, to do what they can. Breaking hearts gets easy when you're conditioned to breakaway glass and family heirlooms. I made mine to be their antithesis; built to block any view of the sun. Who smiles this much unless they have a secret? Packing is inessential when all you intend to do is leave. Escape routes, one of my finest arts I intend to sell off and live without.

Stubborn and insistent, I've said repeatedly that I was open to being proved wrong. This complete lack of care coupled with days on end spent nothing short of elated deliver rationale; there's nothing to prove. Nothing about this cynicism is right or wrong, but purely circumstantial. My stars have been hidden by big city smog. Airplanes and thousand feet tall buildings exist to seek out what your tippy toes couldn't find. Sometimes, you have to face everything you've been avoiding to discover that you're completely in love with the way the water feels after you're submerged. Eyes open, thirty feet up- step off. The first breath you take at the surface is bound to taste better the mundane air you offhandedly recycled seconds before. I don't know yet, but something tells me golden shoulders and sun kissed cheeks will see me changed.

I've forgotten what it is to hate the snow because I've forgotten what it is to hate anything. I've grown more violent, more confident, less shy, less hesitant. More ready, less excuses. Save time by losing fear.