As the culmination of the last year comes to its precipice, I find that I have perhaps chosen the wrong people to bear the weight of my dreams, and I have learned that when in pursuit of my desires, I am my only true ally, for no one else can see the path I so vividly manifest every time I close my eyes. "Here goes nothing", I think as I prepare for one final jaunt. "Be gentle", I pray as I fall from the sky and plummet towards the rock hard concrete. If nothing, it was fun. It was fun to dream of a world where my inner most creativity finds a voice within the harsh realities of existence. But alas, one has no choice but to admit defeat when it's staring you right in the face; no other way than to retreat, and hope to set sail another day.
