i have never given my self more than a dream full of expectations under false pretenses. until now nothing seemed real, and only a handfull of memories gave me hope. i have fought long and hard for a vision to take its place in my reality...but again...i find my self starting over. this is my last straw my last attempt at turning a new leaf...if this dream i have kept bottled up inside me dies...then my autumn is over and will never return. but until my clock stops, i will cast out these oceans that are me...myself...and everything i am to become.
-Casting Oceans
