Summer, Autumn, Whatever.

And so I sat through 95 minutes of alien emotions and foreign concept. It wasn't bad, it just didn't strike a chord. But I guess I'll just categorise and tuck it away neatly under the label reading "Pleasant experiences". I'm too young- no wait, I take that back; it's a fallacy, not everything should be blamed on age. I'm too unknowing, too inexperienced, I don't get the right to say that I Understand What It's Like. It's not my place.

So I sat in a cab and tried to understand, to make sense of It All. And as fate would have it, what should come on but a trusty song by the Beatles; it was like music to my soul. Because in that moment, everything clicked. The incensed pleas for answers were gone at the drop of a hat, the torrent of rage subsided, the frustration dissipated.

The starting lyrics, you ask?

When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking of words of wisdom
Let it be

And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking of words of wisdom
Let it be

Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

The best advice if there were any, sometimes, we've just got to let it be. Because sometimes you've just got to realise this world is so much bigger than just you.

If my heart were a house, you'd be home.

Everything's coming to an end; and I don't know whether to be happy, sad, disappointed, frustrated, worried, apprehensive, excited. Someone tell me what to feel.

It's a crossroads sans the splintered wooden sign board and the handy Book of Directions in my back pocket, so what do I do now? Because intuition in all its supposed trustworthiness led me straight into your clutches - and God knows what a tragedy that was - so give me something to believe in.

You're insurmountable and like the romantic looney I am, these whimiscal notions haven't faded. Not one bit.