A world away.

"You can, you should, and if you're brave enough to start, you will." -Stephen King.

I'm only a world away from where I want to be, at least the galaxy doesn't bother me. I look up at all of it, it never fazes me I'll never reach the stars. My world is down on earth, not on the moon, Mars or any gassy planet.

I want the life down here where I could be the someone I once envisioned. I once said happy. Is that beyond me like the stars far from me? Unreachable? A goal zero unobtainable? Maybe I thought I could ride my dreams like a rocket to the far flung planet that was my destiny. But the damn rocket exploded on launch leaving me sitting on a patch of scorched earth. My mind in a daze, ears ringing like my head was in a church bell. I tried to stand but stumbled and back I fell, three feet back and into a frown that sags like a ships sail with no wind.

I sit stale on an open sea, lonely, my mind and my piece of everything before me. The tide turning to strand me. The horizon hazy, I think I see, yes, something deep within me. A light? A fire? A burning desire, a drive, that thought that I'm just a world away from where I want to be. So I'll dive into that sea of me and fight that tide that battles my attempt at happy.

P.s.

-I'm a depressed, ex-alcoholic, mentally medicated whatever the fuck functional mess. A sludgy hearted emotional dreamer. A wreck of wrong wanting to do right. Really, I don't know who I am. I just know I'm a world away from you. Alone in a crowd strange to strangers. I'm growing older, lonelier, and more confused about what I want in life as each day comes again.

If you feel something similar this is the place for you. I hear your mayday call, see your s.o.s. cheers to another day.

-Maloney