With nothing in the world holding me back, I adjust my stance and prepare to take flight. Smooth air races underneath my feathered wings. I feel calm and serene; circular light beams float overhead. I see it now; nothing stands before me, a blank canvas waiting to be colored. I won't look behind me anymore, I know what lies there, my past is tainted and pitiful, and I choose now to only look forward. Towards the light and the gleam of hope that shines with it. I may not have been perfect in your eyes but I am proud of my own unique perfection. My mind flows with ideas and images; they mold together what my future will be. I long for absolution, but I long greater still for the pathway that will lead me infinite day dream amongst the rolling clouds.