A Parachute.

Wednesday. Half way through the week, the peak of the week. Stuck in the middle. Because you can never really turn back. Because the week is kind of a one-way road. Life is kind of a one way road, with a million little forks along the way. This or that. Him or her. No reset button, unless you're willing to commit to going back to square one. It's like being on the top of the world and looking out at everything and anything. Because the universe is so big. Because how significant can you be if you can't be seen from a satellite? It's refreshing. 

I don't really have any idea what the future holds anymore. And I'm so excited. This is going to be a brilliant summer. I can feel it. Four more weeks. I can't wait.

And just for the record, 

this may just be useless.