You will be on the summit of the fate hill, reaching for its peak, drowning in its height. The only thing your eyes will see, is that tiny little step, before one will turn over the edge, and let himself pour into the deep beyond.
Suddenly, you'll jump to the top, clinging on the slippery cliff, raise your head, and reach out for the clouds above. Your eyes will break through this fog, and see it.
The crystal clear horizon of endless sea of shaggy fluffs, brilliant universe above, with the Sun watching over us all the time. Its rays will gently fall on your skin, bringing you the warmth you missed. Fresh breeze will play with your hair, blowing it all over your face. Only you, and the world. Nothing else, no problems, no time, no tears to shed, no things to care. Your mind will be bright, clear, free of all its burdens. Everything can wait now.
Spent a minute there, a week, whatever you want. The wheels will keep on turning, anytime you want. Fix your soul, and return, make it right.
Descending down there will take a great piece of determination.
But now, your mind is like an arrow, pulled on a string, just about to be released. Inside, you know you are ready. Nothing can stop you now, because your game is set. The pieces are moving. You have a plan.
Under the warm barrier of light, the world is still grey and steep, but you have been there. You know there is still hope, somewhere, behind the mirror. In your heart, you shine like a torch, passing through the rain, burning all the ill behind you.
And it cannot be more true.
P.S.: Refering to the title...me and the bus, "it's complicated" :)
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