The inside feels so small. It’s cramped. Every small detail becomes bigger than what it really is. Amplified. We attach ourselves to it, like it’s the only thing that matters.
Looking through the window at the expansive world of infinite size and infinite potential, it can bring hope. But it can also scare us. If we aren’t willing to take the step outside, holding tight to the small cave we’ve filled with darkness, we don’t want to escape. And then, we remain stuck, allowing a loop of despair to tell us that we won’t ever feel any different to this.
I want to step outside, to move forward, to breath new life into my lungs. But I won’t leave without you. And so I sit in the cave, in darkness, until you’re ready to leave - and we can step out together. Until then, I will look out the window, and hope.
