Be sure to spread your wings as you go...

I don't think I have anything to say anymore. Life has come and gone so quickly that words have escaped my grasp. Perhaps it was inevitable ... one has to grow up sometimes, right? Yet I have not invested so much time and effort to simply leave you be. No ... the end has to be as grand as the beginning. As humble as self-righteous as the first words spilt for no one to read. And I promise that I've been trying to fit everything in, trying to get to the end before it's too late, but I see now how badly I've deceived myself. Words do not allow such things. The closer you come to the finish line, the less there is to say. The end is only imaginary, a destination you invent to keep yourself going, but a point comes when you realise you will never get there. You might have to stop, but that is only because you have run out of time. You stop, but that does not mean it is over. It will never be over.