Above my clouds is a place of brilliant visions where hope and happy thoughts embrace. High, so high above my clouds, the stifled dreams run free and play amongst the stars in an endless universe. Those fleeting moments, those beautiful fleeting moments when this man, this scared and lonely man, escapes the world of doubt and negative sabotage.
Then I come back down. Back down to a world where I struggle to breathe. The panic, the pain, the realisation of lost love and broken hopes suffocates my positive thoughts. Be quiet voices of doom and despair. Let me live in peace. Let me breathe.
I see me in the photograph and wonder where my life has gone. Yet I know it is not too late. For I still live to learn, and thus, I will learn to live.
And the baby became a little boy. A little boy full of wonder, amazement, curiosity and hope for a happy future. And the little boy became a man. A man determined to challenge the voice of his inner critic and listen to the gentle songs being sung by his inner child.