At last.

...and then when at last I have seen the seas, and have made my presents known to friends in cities

along the cost,

the very same that are building to building close

with a sense of familiarity shining off every bit of wet pavement, I continue.

I won't need to even look ahead. I'll know the long roads that take me out in the country side. My fingers will touch the tall grass all the way to the mountain's base where I will begin my climb, and when I get to the other side I will look back to say, "Yes, I can." Like any good story though, I'm not quite ready to reread the last chapter, 'less I lose myself in time, so I read on. Yet, somehow, I read all the way to that divine place I've been before. Autumn leaves there are the most beautiful, and the sun is always golden.

Down the stone stairway,

overlooking the all the world I've ever known,

I take a deep breath of life, and whisper,

"I'm home."

My Dear Friend,

My dear friend,

It has been some time now, but before we sit to chitchat and before we reminisce about all the years back Let me allow you to remember your purest thought, which glistens in the right light, staining each of your leaves with word play or else honesty if not Remember now, what is written here cannot be undone You remember that if it is not all just for fun You remember that what you have to say, to my dismay can pierce like a bullet from a gun The sharp words chosen without any form of discretion tug and pull tight on the heart strings of my worldly possession. I promise here that I'm not just rhyming Driving further from the point I'm trying to convey, and just not finding. The truth is that I'm lost at times. That. Is. The. Truth. That perhaps I've lost something, or maybe I'm just burdened By what then? The ink from my pen wonders. Only my hand can tell as I continue to ponder. For a moment I wonder If I'm creating this thought after thought All here in my head When in fact I know I'm not I often think about it before going to bed. What then?! The end of my paper begs. Is it my grades? My life? My direction? My unhealthy obsession?! I know now that it is none of these. What it really is is this uncertainty.. It is as though I'm at the lost and found, and there I find nothing and all it says is lost... Is this so bad? No. I suppose not All this means is that I am alive and that I get to live each day with you! Hi 5! Now that is the small smile I was hoping to find in the pages of this confession. To me or to you, let this be a lesson. Hopefully one that we will never forget. To live each day Together and never regret.