Nice. Naive. Beautiful

They always tell us to dream big. Reach for the stars, but they never tell you how much it hurts if you miss and fall. I had dreams, I had hope, but it's all in the past now. Today, I just deal with picking up the pieces that are left from me jumping off the cliff. I did what they said; I tried to reach the stars, I think I might have even felt the heat of one, but I wasn't able to hold it, and that's when I realized the fall was going to be painful. So now, for the next 22 miles, there's absolutely nothing. I'm just walking a straight, continuous and empty line, trying to find the end of it. Trying to understand. I cry, I laugh, I scream, but nothing comes out right. So now, I'll just walk in silence, and wait for this to go away. I hope this goes away. Please go away.