It’s okay to cry, here among the trees in the starlight. Listen to the birds and crickets chirping, and set your soul free. Let the notes of that song, the one written just for you, fall upon your ears, and let the teardrops splatter down your shirt.

It’s okay to scream, here among the tall grasses in this wide open prairie. Hear the wind whisper your name, let go of your anxieties. Let your throat be burned raw, scream out your frustrations, for here there is no one to hear.

It’s okay to run, here on this highway. The sounds of the cars will pull you along. Run as fast as you can, leaving everything you’ve ever known in a pile behind you, and don’t look back. Listen to the black pavement thud under your feet.

It’s alright if you want to cry, I’m here to hold you, to sing you a lullaby. I’ll stroke your hair, I’ll be here to hold your hand. Let tears flow, let them fill up that empty space inside you.