Some things are created to be together.

Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.

And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.

There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and reached.

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.