So here's the plan. Since nothing I have is truly mine, there really isn't anything keeping me here. I've never found a place I call home, because I never stick long enough to make it. And now that I've set the future in motion, all I can do, all I was ever able to do, is hope that it unfolds in ways that take my breath away. Something changed again, the winds feel different somehow. And since it was never truly about lust or love, but always what makes a good story, I'm starting to wonder if anything will ever be real. I'm scared more about who I'm becoming than who I've been, and that in itself, tears me to bits. I've left such a mess, I can't come back again, and I understand why you had to leave. I always knew I would go down with this ship, as every good captain does, yet strangely, for the first time in my life, I welcome the watery abyss. Because if anything, I've learned that I can't drown, and no magnitude of destruction could ever make me surrender. I'm in love with life, and I always will be.
Did you ever think about how long it would take to change your life? What measure of time is enough to be life-altering? Four years, like highschool, a year in college, an eight week summer escape? Can your life change in a month, a week, or even a single day? It seems we're always in a hurry to grow up, to go places, to get ahead, to get even. But what I've found to be true, is that when you're young, one hour, or maybe a fleeting moment, can change everything. So as I lay witness to what a single word has done, I am in awe of life and death and everything in between. We smile at each other, as countless times before, and then we continue walking, again, as countless times before.
