Finally the realization has come to get on with my life. You’re not coming back. For a year I’ve lived in a daze; one day after another just a hazy sleepwalk of misery. I may not be able to stop loving you but I have to wake up. Somehow, someway I have to move on. S.T.

As of now, I am moving on.
Through and out, this hard time.
The clouds will clear, and the storm will pass.
Things are looking up, as I raise the mast.
Sailing on, and moving out.
From these dark days, I muster all my clout.
I am ready, to start again.
Just to see, where life begins.
Taken from “Moving On” by Cue Ball