So nothing's resolved, really.
I'm still floating and drifting and hanging on by my fingertips, and yet I feel... different
Something is resolved inside me, even if everything else is still ongoing outside.
I finally think I can make it through. I can slay the dragon, and I can live to see the sun rise.
And that's my plan, though I'm not supposed to tell you.
So if I don't make it,
if I can't stand up for myself,
if I can't grow up and say it,
if I don't live past dusk,
please kick my ass.