the season finale

What now?

This could conclude our program

End with a clinching finale

I could cease to spontaneously create new patterns of words ordered in ways they hadn't ever been before

...

Well, maybe I'm a cynic

But that wasn't the best ending

Kinda left you hanging, didn't it?

So you know what?

I'm going to keep going

Keep on writing about nothing

Keep on rambling 

And shouting at the world 

And singing to the sky

Because although I love you

I love you more than you'll ever know

There's more to me than you.

I guess I was wrong. You don't define me, you complement me. You add to me.

And I am not incomplete without you.

If I sound flippant, please do not mistake that for anger or apathy.

Because you know what?

I can be happy.

And I'm happy about being happy.

Life, if you don't take it so dreadfully seriously, can be a little fun.

There's all sorts of things out there.

And I'm going to find them.

And I know, that just because I am happy now, doesn't mean I won't cry myself to sleep tomorrow. 

I hope I won't.

But that's the thing about being human...

You never really know.

And I think, 

I hope,

That I'm finally willing to accept that.

So here goes nothing

And everything

I'll end up writing whatever the hell I want to.

Which, I guess, is what I should've been doing all along.