For it to end.
In my last ditch effort for sanity I told them that I was not going.
May I actually see clearly now, and not regret this at a later time. For my romanticism to return once again and substitute this reality for something more unattainable so that it remains in the recesses of my mind. Though the door is ajar, at least it is not shredded to the extent that it no longer is of existence. Until many years later then, perhaps it shall reopen - or never at all. I throw away all my cards, recast the dice, and let something else decide.
Let me start again.
May I actually see clearly now, and not regret this at a later time. For my romanticism to return once again and substitute this reality for something more unattainable so that it remains in the recesses of my mind. Though the door is ajar, at least it is not shredded to the extent that it no longer is of existence. Until many years later then, perhaps it shall reopen - or never at all. I throw away all my cards, recast the dice, and let something else decide.
Let me start again.