we might be confused now, not knowing where to go. many questions left unanswered, many words left unsaid. time will point us in the right direction, and tell us the right thing to do. we just have to hold it out, til question marks have found their full stops.

and my dearest friend, the start has many stumbling stones, all of which i'm tripping over. i'll find my feet soon, and before this race is over, you'll know why i did the things i did. but til then, stick with me. i'm going to pull through. it might not seem so now, but you know i will.

and the skies never so blue.