Its this sort of thing, finding something at the least expected time, at a lesser expected place. My heart was practically tugged seeing that which contains what which contains.
A step is just a step but this is to be the step in which all bridges burned, all second guesses turned.
An obituary for second thoughts, set stationary are the epitaphs, the tombstone its final resting place.
I have looked forward to this day, yet I cannot say that I have arrived.