Grounded.

Oh God. Goodness. 

I seem expensive, for wanting to go to sleep. 

To be comfortable in my own bed.

 Dreaming about a life that is so soon to happen. It is happening. 

When I think about it sometimes,

I smile at the thought because it is something new and refreshing. 

And then, I start to want to cry because I am getting away. 

Leaving a life that gave me no meaning kills me. 

Maybe, I am used to this neglect of no expression. 

It scares me when I change myself. 

What scares me more is not knowing what I'll be like by myself;

Healing and in power.