I'm guessing it's official then. Over ten years are being blown into the wind. Yet like pollen, dust, or sand, remnants of it will cling to my hand. I suppose I should thank you, in an odd and twisted way. You've shown me how far I've come from the angry victim of yesterday. Gone is the unbearable weight of hatred and pain; I'd rather walk into the sunlight then lay crying in the rain. Gone is the acceptance of harming one to help another. We truly have grown miles apart from each other. Familiarity breeds comfort, but I can't stay where you are. The road to get to where I want to be is still so far. Yet seeing how far I've come makes it so much easier to persevere. So goodbye my old friend, I hope someday you, too, will find your way out of here.

May everything you do, to friend and foe either way, come back to you times ten, until your final day.



Okay mind, I see how you work. I want poetic, you give a straight message. I want a straight message, you communicate in prose. Well screw you too Xp