Raindrips through sunshine. How.

I've got a golden ticket, and I flet like singing. Well its not actually gold, but there's a gold inscription that means everything to me.

He talked for over an hour, and I was surprised at the change in my attitude. I wanted in and out, homework was desperate for attention, and my body and mind tired mid-week. I wondered why he didn't seem rushed, when this appointment was next to impossible to schedule in the first place.

He talked for over an hour, and in the course of that hour I was left with little stories to delve into again and again, little life lessons that will filter accross my memory at some later date, to teach me of truth that I need to understand in that moment. He was in tune, and knew how to calm me, to teach and even console me.

Then T said something, and it was an answer to the poetic mess my mind had created. So many stories, people and their love for me coming together. So many questions still, but so much peace.

I have a piece of paper that means everything to me. I will find answers, I will find joy, and even more peace. I am not afraid, I do not question, I will listen and be taught, obey with exactness and watch the heavens unfold.