a roadtrip to atlanta
back in the morning
seeing the sun rise
the way that the sky turns to that perfect shade of blue
it's indisputable.

"until you learn to run from these broken days...until you learn to die from these selfish ways..."

a change is somewhere around the corner.

cut and dry.
cut and paste this part of me into another chapter.
see it revisited.
repeated in the table of contents.
books, books, books.
ive read this one before - i know i have...
so familiar...
but dont tell me the ending.
i'm not yet ready.

long conversations and bleeding ears.

this isnt so bad after all.

there are quiet memories that dont press hard to make themselves known, yet write themselves all over my mind so that they have colored whatever i may experience.

at 5 this morning we watched shooting stars.
it makes me always want to be happy, to know that there is such beauty.

and movement.

m o v e m e f o r w a r d

please.

[do i know what i am asking for?]