I know that eventually this will end. And as much as I am fearful about the future and where I’ll be, I’m sad that I can’t always be with the ones I want to. I’m sad that they never knew me; I was too late. And every time we pass it’s just a mystery, here clinging onto so many things I’ll never have. But being around, seeing you is enough. For the destination isn’t enough, and the journey is long, but perhaps, my dreams and delusions will come true. And that these years, that they make me believe I wasted, were more than that. Since I became golden for them, for me, perhaps this golden glory will last forever. And everything I feel won’t just be a passing phase, but a meaning to something bigger. To find someone in a city of loneliness, and purpose in a land where I’m lost, wandering, losing my mind, screaming in my thoughts, dreaming, falling over and over and over again, finding myself standing tall, making some truth out of this facade, when the doors close, when the sign disappears, when the light turns green. Perhaps…for there is always tomorrow.