At the beginning of last year, I thought it would be the year of hell. I don't know why, but something in my gut told me that I would be faced with challenges unlike ever before, and the funny thing is, I was right. But while it was hard, I can easily say it was by far the best year of my life. So many things happened, so many things changed, and now I wonder if perhaps it was all in preparation for what's yet to come. I'm not ashamed to admit, that I've never been so afraid of the future. As certain truths shall come to light, decisions will need to be made, ones nothing can really compare to. Sacrifices will take an endless toll, and the hardest ones will be those I won't see coming. So as I lay at the end of the rainbow, I cannot be too sad, because even though a significant chapter has come to an end, I find warmth in the fact that it was one of the best rides of my life.
Today is the oldest I have ever been, and the youngest I will ever be again. So I forgive what's been done to me, and what I've done to others, and I silently tuck away the stories of yesterday. Only then, do I feel strong enough to rescue the world. Yet still I sit here, waiting to be saved, and hoping to be discovered. Because I am like a bird given wings, but put in a cage. A singer stripped of a voice, but shoved on stage. A writer without a pen, but given a blank page. A boy given a heart, and all of you, who walked away.
