“To treat your facts with imagination is one thing, but to imagine your facts is another.”

…considering the weight of the bricks I laid, now that I’m through..
One by one, sealed every crack that I could slip between to find my way back…
you can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away..
The heavy weight of promises made, if I could exonerate, I might just lift off today.
You can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away.

As young as I was, I felt older back then;
more disciplined, stronger and certain.
I was saved by grace but destroyed by naivety