This year needs to end - for sure. Not that it hasn't been great or filled with countless memories that will be etched within my mind forever, yet as of now, I don't think I've ever felt such a need to finish off a chapter, and start the next. As I look into your eyes, I see the potential for greatness - for us to transcend our circumstances, and come together unlike any union before. You make me feel as if I'll really be somebody one day, like I'll achieve every stupid dream I've ever dreamt. So as our story starts to be written once more, I am certain it will be my last downfall. Either we touch the sky or fall beneath the encumbrance of our fears, these truly are the last words that need to be scribbled down. After you, I shall stop. There will be no more agenda, just the simple fact that everything I wanted to tell has already been told. Always in my unique way, with an overload of passion and drama, with a sense of irony and self-depreciation, with a smile on my face and a sparkle in my eyes; with resolve in my soul and warmth in my heart.
The full moon has foretold of the events to come. There is nothing he can do to stop it. The weave of destiny has started to unravel, and his only option is to let it. No more excuses, no more hanging on to past lies. His life has become for rent and those seeking to occupy it shall find only cluttered shelves and dusty corners. He is tired ... so fucking tired that he can't even sleep anymore. Something has to change, something has to give or this tale might end sooner than we've ever imagined. Nothing he has is truly his, and to this moment he fabricates unattainable scenarios and ludicrous outcomes. Rain falls on his cheeks, and washes away the tears that have long since dried up, hoping that those he wept for, have forgiven his mistakes. He is coming home, tell the world that he's finally coming home.
