Crossing my fingers and holding on tight. Off we go. I've found a piece of myself that a lost at some point and it is as if it was never missing at all, but instead was there all along. Gone are the thoughts of regret for things that are better left in past replaced instead with the joyous reunion with my other. A pair of eye that reflect my vision of the world. The muse of muses. I am a fool, and I want never to be learned again.