The time is coming for me to leave behind whatever I had a tie to...it may be the last time I see some people, and a long time before I see others. It may be a chance that I may never come back to the place I once called home, or it may be a chance to continue the life I was given beyond the borders of my birthplace. No nostalgia. There will never be a dream of the things I saw...only words will come to my ears, the words I used to hear from those I called friends. I once called friends...and there will be no forgetting.