I think it’s time to write down lost wishes and broken promises and tuck them deep inside these dark clouds that have been circling for way too long. I can lock them inside a tiny wooden box and throw it far out into the sea. I think it’s time to watch the sun finally come out to play, to hunt for mushrooms in the forest and imagine what it’s like to live in a tree. I think it’s time to buy myself flowers to celebrate being the love of my own life. I think it’s time to heal.
