done.

half a year and just 5 posts.
and 5 posts isn't a continuance,
it's actually the ending

but as all things, there's always a will to it,
there's always exit stage left once the lights dim,
and there's always a sense that all things come to pass

so i'll end this with four excerpts from
a moving, disturbing and powerful story,
"the perks of being a wallflower" by stephen chbosky

...until then.

four

i'm not sure if i will have the time to write
anymore letters because i might be
too busy trying to ''participate''

so, if this does end up being my last letter,
please believe that things are good with me

and even when they're not,
they will be soon enough

...and i will believe the same about you.

three.

and later that night to be with my family at dinnertime
and have things just be like they always were.
that was the amazing part

things just keep going.
we didn't talk about anything heavy or light.
we were just there together

...and that was enough

two.

so i guess we are who we are for a number of reasons.
and maybe we'll never know most of them

but even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from,
we can still choose where we go from there.
we can still do things

...and we can try to feel ok about them

one.

and (i would have to blame) God for not stopping all this
and things that are much worse.
and i did do that for a while, but then i just couldn't anymore

because it wasn't going anywhere

...because it wasn't the point