The summer of 2010, came change living out in Boston, reflecting on that night... Sitting lost, patiently waiting to board flight, praying everything will work out just fine, with my ticket in hand looking back at the end of the line searching for the nearest exit, just in case I have a change of heart that last minute, but I go along and fall through, knowing it was the best thing to do... And as I board I'm sitting quiet looking around, thinking I'm leaving extra baggage, weighing off the shit that tore me down...
That was my Favorite, as everything and everyone has their limit, as this flight
Does, coming back home expecting it'll be just as it was. But I was wrong though as we all make mistakes that are actions care to show...

“To fly high, you have to let go of the lows"