When it hurts to look back,
and you’re scared to look ahead,you can look beside youand your best friend will be there.
Honestly it's scary, it's all oh-so-confusing and nothing seems to make sense anymore. I never thought anyone would be this hard to pull away from. Falling so hard, landing so hard, why weren't you there to catch my fall or did I fall too soon even before you knew? Perhaps. But it isn't only that. Falling in all the different same places. It's just a different place, but the same dug hole. When you think it's over, after countless times of doubts and trying to open that treasure box, suddenly when you're not looking, there's the key, it was lying right there, right beneath your nose. All this time just there. Now it's just exhausting, but curiosity lingers still upon that box. Should it even be opened? To unleash something so unknown and unpredictable that it could just be something so simple no one would ever expect it. Hands trembling to the notion of the key at hand. Should it be? Or may time just reveal itself? Patience is virtue as they say. Perhaps this advice should be heed by everyone. So far it has worked. Perhaps, just perhaps it would work again. The path ahead seems so unclear, so blurry. Almost blinded by it all. Blind faith, blind hope is what's left. So be it; that's the only thing that's fueling this vessel to destiny. At least after all of it, there will always be a co-captain beside the captain on any plane.
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