I feel the wind of change.
It's been a long time coming, and tomorrow I embark upon the path, which shall take me back to where it all started. Where I decided that the life I was leading was not the story I wanted for myself. It was there that I admitted who I was, and who I wanted to be. There on that beach, I made a promise to myself, an eternal pact that I will never back down, that I would never stop dreaming. Then I flew away, and now I find myself wanting to sit besides the ocean and once again gaze inward, examining who I've become, and what I still need to accomplish. She shall sit near me, and offer me wisdom, comfort and the sheer confirmation that I am not alone in this world. I've really missed her, and there's so much we have to discuss away from prying eyes and nosy ears. The hour of my resurrection is upon us, and there's just enough time for one last getaway. For tonight truly is the last sunset of the life which was, and the birth of one I can't wait to start living.
