If anything, I've learned that time is never time at all, and just when we think we've broken free of the bonds which bind us to an unforgivable past, the clouds gather once again, and they brew a storm greater than anything before. But this time it's different, because I'm not running for shelter. I'm standing right in the maw of the mealstorm and I patiently wait. It's getting dark, but I am not afraid. I shiver, yet I stand firm. I even find myself smiling. The first drops pour down my face, and I know the full force of the hurricane is close by. Just breathe. That's all you can do. Why you ask? Why don't I escape? Well the thing I realised, is that if I want the stars, I have to fight my way to them, and most importantly, what the last two months have taught me, is that you can't expect lightning to strike, if you're not standing out in the rain.
