I don't know

When I was little, every year on my birthday I would wake up at the crack of dawn - around 4am -
and sneak out of the house and walk to my elementary school down the street. I would sit on the swings
and watch the sunrise. I would think about the year that had past and all the changes that had occurred.
Then as I sat and listened to the world waking up I would think about all the changes that would occur
in the coming year as I explored a new age and time of life. It was one of my favorite times with myself.
Sitting and listening while the world was still sleepy all around me. I also loved it because no one
knew about it. It was all my own. No one begged to come with me or was sad that I went alone. No one knew
if I went or stayed. As I grew older my trips to the swings grew more frequent as there was more to think
about and deal with than just growing older. I found myself reveling in the wee morning hours and living for
the time when I could be alone with the world again on my front steps. I lived in a small town so no cars
were driving down the road and no one ever entered my world as I sat and pondered. I loved it - just Abby and
the world. I could do anything and everything I wanted to. I was powerful and successful beyond belief.
I could conquer the world.

At some point I stopped believing that I could conquer the world. I stopped believing that I could do anything and
everything that I wanted to. Then I failed at the life I'd created because there was nothing to dream about and nothing to hold
myself in focus. I am currently waging war on the Abby of the present to force the Abby of the past through to the front lines
to defeat this world that is bringing her down. Rather maybe it in not a matter of battling the Abby's of different
times but uniting them in one purpose and one cause.

"Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will NOT be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echos the beating of the drums... there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes...."

Tomorrow has come.

Goodnight, dear void.