The truth is, it shall happen when I desire it to.
For all the legitimate existences of obtsacles and consequences to its occurence, it shall happen, through an exertion of will so implicit simple it can scarcely be said to be an exertion. It shall be so.
It has happened thus before. Reasons precluding, until a moment. A moment when my heart ceases to loudly suggest and begins, finally, to demand. And within moments it is under way, and I know it as such, and call it as such.
There will always be reasons why not.
I do not away an arcane arrangement of circumstances to do as I please.
I away the moment when my heart pounds against its cage and my feet grow wings-
When I shall return.
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