To begin with, I almost didn't write this one. Writing, my passion, mixed with music, my inspiration and my past, my love. It's this cauldron that brings me to this period. Yes, things happened. Yes, I am here now. But would life be like this if I had just done the things I almost did. I keep telling myself, maybe that's just a can of worms and maybe I am happier and better than I could have ever been. I walk around my room and see the books I didn't finish reading, look at the half notes and feel like I could have been someone else. Only if some people had stayed. Only if some people had moved on. I almost made it to that place. I almost said those things. Every single word of it. Can I for once not feel this? Can I know what I am? Can I know where I am? Can I know what I almost would do - is there anyway to make this go away?
My way of giving it back to my ego