last, but not least

Last night, I think I did something for the last time. At least, it's how I like to think about it, like the last drop of chocolate I could have before going on a diet and the final spin in the mary-go-round for the child within me. cause it felt sweet, great, scary and intense and I ended up all dizzy and full.

The problem is sometimes there are some things that you just can't have for good and you can only hop on once in a while. And there comes a time when you just hop off. I hope I had my final minitour which was quite nice, but felt heavy deep inside...linking all these places that I've been to with feelings and memories. The heaviness of all that almost tied me down, but I knew from the start that I didn't plan to come back again, so I found the strength to get up and explore all the streets and the lines with enthusiasm and hunger.
Having almost reached my stop, I tried to see more and more, but the driver braked even before I had the chance to prepare my descent. And I fell once more. No bruises, just some dust on my arms and knees. I shook it off and got away.

Last, but not least, I enjoyed my visit and the ride was least expected to make me smile and feel relief. But it did, so I granted this one last request - mine, yours, ours.