Moving

Summer Ends
          This next Life Begins

Goodbye my Love, Goodbye my friend-you have been the one for me

I haven't written on this in a while.
And I know why,
I can't escape it no matter how hard I try, I can't pretend that it is okay anymore.
You see, the moment I write on here-it is real and I have to face it...
It seems silly now that it has happen to be so afraid to write about it on here, The pain is there anyways.
there is no escaping that, and maybe that's a good thing.
I know I'm not coherent...I don't expect to be right now....But I could not let this spot be blank.

You're leaving, so am I.
In fact at this moment you are gone or I guess in the process of going
and I love you
and it hurts
and I expect that we are both crying our eyes out right now

But

We are okay.

We are going to be okay, and maybe right now we are feeling...not okay.

And I think we are aloud to feel not okay for the moment as long as it dose not last forever

"Not all tears are evil" 

 And sometimes they are needed.

But Darling-I love you so much and how ever much it hurts...it is a good thing.
The time will not be so long
And there is so much good to come from it.

So Love, don't forget me, and if you start to, I will remind you

 Waiting....it is not goodbye, See you soon.

West

For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the old-field pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered. It is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and the blood on it. It is where you go when you are told that you are a bubble on the tide of empire. It is where you go when you hear that thar's gold in them-thar hills. It is where you go to grow up with the country. It is where you go to spend your old age. Or it is just where you go.

Seems like people I love are all going West