It's thursday today.
in a few days time, i'm going to fly. I'm hoping to.
Nothing's going right at all.
I am still upset with those with whom I can't express the anger I've got within.
But I did.
I changed my image completely.
I did a volta face and it wouldn't make a difference.
Because I answer no one.
Only myself.
What's even more complicated is the fact that I'm so still and frightened to see what's coming for me, as I'm inviting my own doom, my own destruction, a complete loss of innocence with a faithless entity.
Does this journey help me come into my own? Or will I enter a new world, regretting to leave this city I call my own?
But I had love here.
And that memory would help me leave with a smile.
