A semester ended

So did a relationship

But hey the bright side

What bright side...

**** stop whining the semesters over. We passed! We made it through.

All that's left is clean-up here an there and rebuild our strength we'll enjoy that alot more then other people.

We're not doing this to get revenge or prove to anyone anything, we're doing this because we want to.

I dont know what the future holds but for better or worse we'll work it out.

I'm not a stranger to silence
After all I was raised to be silent and elusive
Something you'd see once then dismiss as a hallucination or dejavu.

But to you I gained permanence, now that permanence is fading, it feels so freeing to go back to the silence. Soon I'll be just as elusive as I once was.

But this time, this time things are different I'm working on a new set of skills so should we ever meet again you won't recognize me.

Step right up and try your luck,
Spin the wheel, take a chance.
See all the roads and chose your own path. The roads ahead are wild and wide, with every twist, a leap to decide.
Whatever you choose is not set in stone.
Chase those dreams, that make your heart dance.
They will guide you when you're alone.

Be brave during the war-its okay to be scared.
Hold your ground when the worlds unfair.
Let the winds blow and fires roar, whatever happens just let it go,
keep marchin on my friend-
don't lose your soul, your light will guide you home.

The wheel of fate steadily turns forevermore, through the darkest nights and brightess dawns. Go and find your happiness, join the outcasts an take the risks. Make some friends along the way, their voices will guide you when you stray.

You should have a genuine conversation with someone about your emotions, rather than engaging in one-sided conversations where you constantly express your emotional pain.

and say what?

what do we say?
what do I say?

seriously the questions sometimes never end

From a book a decade in the making.

These are the fragments left behind by a now humbled narrator who has finally learned to let go.

Scribbled in the margins and at the bottom of  pages that have been read and reread. Some written under the guise of a hopeless man in love, others by a man who understands what he is losing.  

For example: I knew how this would end.
But I really hoped I was wrong. I knew we had reached the final fork in our tale where we would go our separate ways or travel and map out our future together.

Scribbled next to dates in the margins and at the bottom of pages. I knew it was coming, I saw it coming; the inevitable ending of our story. The final curtain call and what was I was thinking?
I was just trying to memorize your face. That lovely smile, warm laugh, and the constant encouragement that you offered so freely.

And yes, behind closed doors you were always on my mind, we spent hours mapping each other out not out of lust, but because we truly thought we were on a path forever. You were the language I wanted to learn, with both my hands and heart.

As I'm finally ready to stamp this book with the seal; with a steady hand. I realize it was never meant to be. And I'm no longer sad as I was years before, trying again and again to end this story.

Still, the reality of finally closing this ten-year book leaves me feeling hollow. Like a part of myself just drew its final breaths.

Still,
I will keep on moving forward.