we're fated to pretend,
It's silent where I am in the library. I can hear the soft beating of my heart. The sun is wishing to explode forth from the windows and the trees gently move with the wind that rustles them. I just can't believe it. I forgot to breathe for a second. The courage that failed me at that moment came rushing back this morning as I woke up and smelt a new day. It seems like a constant renewal. A decision to be different everyday that you wake up. Sometimes you want to hide behind the covers, and I do that a lot, but somedays you just need to face it, come forth from your hiding place and see what you can do to make a difference.