When I say "goodbye world"

When I bid the world goodbye, I think I would be misty-eye. Sad to let go of something I thought would always be there.

I would take one last look at the sun and marvel that it will be the last time. And how every star I see in my future would be compared to it. I would always remember how the sun looked beyond my tears. How the light blurs and blend softly, and pierce and focus sharply through the teardrop.

And I would look at the clouds and sky and ask again to see the staircase to heaven- just to check if God replies. And I will look towards the horizon, enjoying the stretch of sea before I reach the edge. And I would breathe, deeply. Close my eyes and smile in a watery manner at how this world has fed me and sheltered me and paved the way to a stronger me for a harsher world.

- Posted on my trusty ifone :)