Keep walking. Let your soul take you where you long to be.
And not the last. For now.
When I want it to end, it will.
When the balance is tipped so far off that it’s too painful to correct.
Too painful. To correct.
Then that’s the end.
End of it all.
While having this conversation with a close friend (I seriously don’t remember how this topic came up), she commented that:
Brandy is like the wise, middle-aged guy, sitting in a large leather chair, sipping away and thinking…