“I’ve made it out
I feel weightless. I know that place had always held me down, but for the first time, I can feel the beauty I had hoped in. It’s been three nights now, and my breathing has changed, it’s slower and more full. It’s like the air out here is actually worth taking in.
I can see it back in the distance, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t constantly on my mind. I wish I could turn that fear off, but maybe the further I go, the less that fear will affect me. I feel betrayed by what I assumed was home - if I ever end up back there, I won’t be able to look at it the same way.
They are asleep. They are so sure that they know the truth, and carry on throughout their day with the same meaningless task. They’ve forgotten to look up, and to look outward, to understand that this isn’t about ‘in there.’
This is about ‘out here.’
This new world surrounds me. I used to think the walls back home were massive - these green hills engulf me and place me right in the middle_ Trench is quite precautious at times, and it’s to grow weary. But it’s real and it’s true and I’d much rather endure reality than to mindlessly be obedient to a life that someone created for me. I’ve obsessed about this world for so long, that it feels more like home than anything I’ve experienced. Somehow, in the vast openness, I feel more protected than ever.
The landscape feels endless, and I found myself walking for hours without any true evidence of getting further down. But I’ve seen plants and colors out here that I’m not sure I’ve witnessed before. There’s a beauty in the strangest places - and the curiosity of what’s next continues to motivate me.
I wonder who else is out here. If what I assumed inside is true, there’s got to be more like me. Sometimes I’ll feel a presence, or think I see something in my peripheral, only to look up and see nothing. It’s just another thing that I’m afraid of that also excites me. It all just confirms all of the things that I hoped to be true for all of this time. I am out here and I am very alive. I’m sometimes scared, but always discovering something new, and I will not stop. Cover me!
-Clancy”
