They say the grass isn’t always greener on the other side.. and in the same breath they say that you need room for growth. You need room to flourish.

I can’t see the other side from here.

I am a stranger to this path and yet I am not a stranger at all. We have always been destined to be old friends.

I have watched many of my sisters tread this path and I have watched them plant their seeds.

But I want to grow so tall that I can see beyond the stars.

I don’t want a white picket fence, I don’t need a life that anyone else can see and I sure as hell don’t think I’m ready for what is at the end of this tunnel.

This botanical portal through which I must pass to make it there.. to my endless future and my perpetual possibilities.

I cannot see the end.

But wouldn’t it be a hell of a story to tell on the other side?