Goodbyes are never easy. They're usually so awkward, especially when one person cares more than the other. I need to get away, but I have nowhere to go. It's sad. All this time I spent trying to fix things and I am exactly where I was, who I was. I know it seems like I'm repeating myself, but it's not me, it's the situations. They're ironically circular, they make no sense, until they suddenly do. I hate where I was, where I am and where life is forcing me to go. So tell me, what do I do?
When a sheep gets lost, it's up to the shepherd to guide it back to where it belongs. The poor sheep can be countless miles away from home, yet his guardian angel will always bring him back. That's how the legend goes, that's the story I was told. Am I the only one naive enough to believe it? Because I do, still, after everything that happened, I believe. I guess that makes me a fool, who bathes in loneliness and walks an all to familiar road...
