I read my age-old postings. Silly, funny, yet nostalgic. What else? Good old days, days that brought me where I am, took me where I shouldn't, and killed me how it would.

Changes in our lives, they are inevitable. Perhaps I'm never used to adapting to these alterations, but isn't life all about taking sharp turns and hard knocks? I had only wished that it wasn't so steep.

There are a million knots in my mind, yet they made up a beautiful piece of art. "We had a crazy plan to meet, and run away together." I remember the tune, that familiar melody which entices me into that moment of beautiful yet nasty phase of life.

As the Man-in-White says, 'Move On'.