Sadness upon sadness. Misery upon misery. Until you reach the edge and stare at the empty sky. To the point where you would be glad if the sky swallowed you.

When you are truly standing at the edge with nothing else to hold on, you will see that even a little sapling coming to life from the earth could fill you with joy much bigger, deeper than anything else.

Upon that very moment the sky will bow down to you.

17. 09. 2013