and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.

In the end....everything matters.

Normally when a person has a stellar image another person's waiting in the wings to tear them apart. They're waiting for that one fatal flaw to expose itself.

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you—just a tad—off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much—too tiring—and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.