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Saying good-bye is not easy.
How will I ever explain.
Everything looks like cardboard boxes,
Falling apart in the rain.
-Skylark
Where am I going? Backwards. It is time. Forward is impossible, at this point. I get close, then it all goes away. It is too hard to maintain when hope is handed to me, then taken away. Maybe that is what was meant for me from the beginning. When your life takes an enigmatic road as young as six, the unraveling mystery sometimes takes awhile to reveal itself. It has done so now. It is time. Going backwards. Leaning sideways. Laying down to be rolled out to sea.