Well well, here I am again. Exactly where I knew I'd be. There is no white flag above my door, of that you can be sure. I had to say it, because if I didn't, I would have still felt it, so where's the sense in that? And while I realise goodbye's aren't guaranteed, this ship seemed to sail away faster than it ought to. Perhaps if I hadn't kept such a tight hold, things would have been different. I guess I'm still a child when it comes to these things, and all of this has taught me countless lessons. Most I could have foretold, yet some really caught me by surprise. Sometimes I find that what I wanted, isn't really what I need and the dream and all it's promises were never really meant to be. As I gaze onward, towards the final march, I am confident. Not quite in myself, but in the universe. While I might flip it the finger sometimes, and while we might not always see eye to eye, I've grown to like the way it works in mysterious way. So before I fall asleep, I look out the window and wink at the brightest star. For only it knows what I'm going through and what I still have to overcome.
