He knows the emotions tearing him up right now shall pass, as they have before, and as they will again. He still believes in magic and love and his dreams, yet moments like this take their toll and leave him alone and wanting. On days like this one, he wonders if he's truly on the right track. Nothing is wrong, not really, but nothing is right either. He was just supposed to be doing more, he was supposed to be becoming more, and as he watches himself plumet into a state he might not get out of, he lets loose a silent scream. All bets are off, and the ending is too close to call. Anything can happen, and the pure and simple truth is no longer pure and certainly not simple. So tonight, for the last time, he will throw it all away.
The dark clouds gathered out of nowhere. I admit, I didn't see them coming, and I was unprepared. They knocked me on the floor before I even had the chance to stand my ground, and the pouring rain felt like armageddon. I've never been here, and I'm not sure how to react. The basic instinct is clear, but the path foward is shrouded with mist. I was doing so well, you'd been proud of me, but alas it seems that I always find myself back at these circumstances. But this time there is no going back, there is no plan B, and I'm shaking with the thought of finally losing it all. Tell me, how do you see this ending? How do you think this story goes?
The dark clouds gathered out of nowhere. I admit, I didn't see them coming, and I was unprepared. They knocked me on the floor before I even had the chance to stand my ground, and the pouring rain felt like armageddon. I've never been here, and I'm not sure how to react. The basic instinct is clear, but the path foward is shrouded with mist. I was doing so well, you'd been proud of me, but alas it seems that I always find myself back at these circumstances. But this time there is no going back, there is no plan B, and I'm shaking with the thought of finally losing it all. Tell me, how do you see this ending? How do you think this story goes?
