I've got my head stuck in the clouds again, and as I try my best to navigate to the surface, I am suddenly struck with a katarsic realisation. I guess it's true, you really can't get hit by lightning if you're not standing out in the rain and I've always liked getting wet. Soaked to my bones, I've come to accept that I never really wanted to find my way out. I love being way up high where no one can touch me. I love dreaming of everything that could be, should be, and maybe even can be. I love picturing people in my life just coming together in a wave of shared experiences and simply enjoying life. I love fantasies of the improbable and the impossible, especially when they involve Her, you and him. But most of all, I love that I always tell people how I feel and that I say what I mean, even when it's hard. Because you see, opportunities for happiness are lost in a blink of an eye, but regrets, they last for a lifetime.
It wouldn't be my life, if I wasn't waiting for something that will never come.
