Maybe.

Maybe. Maybe Phoebe will go back to her life as it once was.

It's to late for me. I don't care. I'll leave the guy I once was behind me now. I'll just share his memories, his thoughts, his life, as long as I can keep it all in my mind.

Watching her on that damn carousel, going around and around. The things stuck in place, yet it keeps going and going on the inside. Like Phoebe. Just like Phoebe.

I think I'm gonna take a break from this blog thing for a while. Get some rest and all.