By the time we fully experience the present
It has already become the past
So forgive my fears that this might not last

we're made of the same stuff as stars
but some of us forgot how to shine

I've never been comfortable with permanence
I guess you could say
I have commitment issues

the irony
-of course-
is that my fear of making permanent decisions
leaves me in a constant state of stagnance

we're not meant to stand still

we can make a thousand marble statues
in an attempt to grasp immortality
but no one was ever meant to last forever

our cells are doomed from the start
when you deselect for aging
you select for cancer
and
-just like marble-
cannot escape the weather
we cannot escape out own mortality

I've never been comfortable with permanence
but thankfully
-I suppose-
I'll never have to be

I prefer my nights to be cool and breezy
And my air to be musty and swirled with smoke
And for there to be concrete under my feet
Graffiti and band stickers
Echoes of the permanence I was never comfortable with
In myself
Everything worn and broken
And I like it that way
I feel at home
My mistakes aren't as loud as the music
So no one really cares
In this place
Anonymity is a choice
Not a curse

She told me once
That she wanted people to write stories about her
But not because she wanted to be remembered
"I don't believe in God, you see,"
She just wanted her life to have meaning
I guess she didn't realize
That she could do that herself