The autumn makes the trees shed their leaves, but we don't shed our childishness for this world. We keep the child in ourselves alive. You are my favourite trailblazer, we are our favourite anti-hero. We put our champagne problems to the side and forget about the cruel summer of 23. We shake off all the bad blood and find a new love for the blank spaces that were left behind. Enchanted, we are with our newfound fury for negligence. The cardigan of courage wraps up wildest dreams all too well. Only the young can seek something better than revenge. move forward with our eyes open and the thread of life tied together with a smile. The girl at home has grown up and is no longer an innocent babe. Nobody, no crime, we are longer dancing with our hands tied, we are free to stay, stay in Paris all by ourselves. It's time to go and end the great war that we have within ourselves. You are not sorry for how the world made you change. you chose to stay beautiful.
No vigilante needed to justify a false god, No more messages in a bottle from the obnoxious fraud. If this was a movie, this moment was the epiphany you were looking for. Today was a fairytale, as you no longer are the foolish one, the sanity you earned tastes sweeter than fiction. You can see his castle crumbling as you deny him the closure he thinks he is owed. But I hope you chose to reprimand your exile and question the state of forever winter that you put yourself in. Encapsulating your hopes, you reach for your dreams, which are bigger than the whole sky. Mad women seek the thrill of a gold rush of adventures evermore. You are on your kid and long live the independence that we were awarded as a gift. The aftermath of your requiem is the holy ground you stand upon now, resuscitated, rejuvenated, reincarnated. This Ronan rests safe and sound now, no more nightmares of delicate invisible things that once had control of you. You know this world all too well now, to be fooled again. So even with all your disappointment, reservations and pain, you, begin again.
