Someday I'll come home and not feel a weight pull me into the dark -- I'll be filled with light. For once my life won't be empty with no knowing for tomorrow, but instead filled with nothing but love. I just have to get there.
The journey is long, I know. I've known it all my life. But in the blink of an eye I went from six to eighteen, so is it really that long? Who knows, I guess. I'm close. Slowly and surely I'll be getting there.