I was waiting for somebody to fix things,but no one going to.It was all up to me.I had to decide what is important ,and go after it.
And that is how wisteria lane came to be my final resting place,my ashe s was spread over grass i had once walked on,beneath tress that had once given me shade,on top of roses i once admired,and besides fences I once gossiped over.And after my friend finished saying good-bye, a wind came along and took what was left of into the air.As i looked down on the world,I began to let go of it.I let go of white picked fences,and cars in driveways,coffee cups and vacuum cleaners.I let go of all those thing which seems so ordinary.But when you put them togther, they make up a life,a life that really was one of a kind. It's not hard to die if you know how u lived.And I did, oh how I lived.