Then Again
Maybe… Why do I use that word so much? I shouldn't feel so confused anymore. I've made my decision; I've gone my own way. So why do I keep saying it?
Maybe.
There aren't really many maybes left for me. After all, I know that every morning I will wake up and I will continue walking along this invisible path wherever I'm going. And I'll never know where I'm going. And that will always scare me a little I think, but it's also so exciting never to know.
So why maybe?
I think:
Maybe I never will go home. Maybe I lied to Kiba that night. Maybe I should have stayed. Maybe I'll die out here and no one will ever find me and bring me home. But maybe I have no home anymore. Maybe I should just give up and go back now.
But I don't want to. I want to keep going. I want to see something else out there, something more than what I was offered back home.
Because I'll always think of it as home, no matter how many maybes crowd my mind.