Onward!

Dear Tyler, Hope you're still around to get this; I never expected to be a survivor, so congratulations for proving me wrong. Did I go to Croft? Russian? Employers.... can't even imagine yet. Has Fate lifted its murky veil to reveal what rests before you? It sure hasn't given me that clarity, if it can be given, that is. Are they all OK? Sometimes I have my doubts. Right now the same old patterns reign without a hint of faltering. I would say that I don't take their lives for granted yet I'm refraining because I do. I hope I have that luxury still, as I read this. Hopefully you have an idea of what you want out of life. I'm a little green still to make that decision. After all, high school dominates my every waking moment; it is so hard to imagine being liberated from its clutches. You don't enshrine it in nostalgia yet, do you? Settling? You may be ready for it by now, but I am still afraid of the cradle of my youth; its safety net appears to me as a darker web, easy and alluring in its effortlessness, but deadly to the spirit [spirit? even now it is strange to think]. Well, I must retreat into the past (at least for the moment). Life will have changed for you, and you will have transformed to fit the bill. I merely hope you have latched to a greater form, from whose height the past seems a blur of wonderous colors. For now, my friend, we must forget remembering and begin choosing our words for further chapters. Farewell For Now, What We Were