Four weeks and 90 days.
That's the deadline, to get it together.
to find solutions, to hanging resolutions,
to find an answer to four years.
Is it letting go?
heh, no. Not really.
It's a few people here and there.
and the impact they've had on me.
What you must think of me?
Friend, Lover. Student, Brother.
a lifebound wannabe fuck.
I have four weeks, and 90 days.
I'm going to get it together.
When I do, I hope you're there.
to give me the 5 minutes I ask for.
There are some of you I enjoy now.
but when this is all over,
I won't remember you.
I may think of you,
and wonder the life you're living.
if you're happy.
If you found the answers
you were looking for.
But there are some of you,
that won't ever leave me.
and I have Four weeks, and 90 days
to tell you that.