I used to talk about spreading my wings.

But I never knew they could spread this far.

Imagine the world as one big harp, and the universes as its strings. I’m just the finger passing over and right now I’m changing the notes. I won’t be coming home too soon. But then again, home is where you make it. So I’m going home now, in the end. It’s where I was supposed to go before but never had the courage to do it.

So now I do, I’ve got it. And I know I’ll enjoy this ride. I also know that I’m finally following my own true path.

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