I haven't spoken about you for quite some time now. You've been so consistent and understandable for the last couple of months. You were there and you did what you're suppose to do. You made sense, you did right by me. But when the moment of truth arrived, I didn't understand what was going on...
Where are you? What's going on? I didn't get what I wanted, I didn't get what I needed and I certainly didn't get what I wished for. And that's ok. It happened before, what's not right is that you didn't show me a way out, a door or even a window through which I could escape. Escape from the disappointment of knowing that I'll never truly break away, from my relentlessly agonizing past mistakes and from the dagger which keeps slicing away piece after piece...
It's over. But at least I can say I tried and only a few ever really do. I tried reaching for the stars. I made an effort to cleanse myself. But you know what, during the course of it all, during the journey to get where I am, I changed. I grew. And I can honestly say that I'm proud of myself, of the person I've become. Maybe not knowing where to go next is a good thing. Maybe I'll find something I would have never imagined. Maybe, just maybe, I'll find my way...
