Stepping Stones

Two worlds one filled with darkness and despair, the other color and laughter. The only thing separating cracked stepping stones. If only they were not cracked. I could belong to that world full of happiness, instead doomed to a colorless world. I weep knowing I can never cross over. There are limits to what I can do. Wait I have no limits. No one can put limits on you but yourself. I can walk on the sides not cracked. As I step into this bright world with a sun that brightens the whole sky, flowers, green grass, and the best laughter. I look around and realize I belonged here all along.