Sealed

No more promises - there's not a better life. There's not a better view, not a greener pasture. I think that the anticipation of a thing often leaves us disappointed with how it turned out.

I guess all that's left is to just return to the roots that hold us and molded us. Rest our heads down and find the peacefulness we have been promised.

It's no simple feat, taking and changing from the common thread that we once ran in, and becoming something more than what it is that we would have been.

Burn all of our bridges, stop and think about the changes and the phases.