It’s been one month since I’ve started over,
two years from the initial breakup of pangaea,
and even though I’ve been doing things wrong,
in the morning I always find myself breathing.
(Why am I not invincible yet?
I still let doubt and indecision lead me down twisted alleys
that I don’t ever want to see again. Why am I the only one who feels like this?)
, , there is no more time to waste asking these questions
when you realize that everyone has cracks they are covering for
with their eyes or speech or faith.
No more
from this moment forward I will write however I want
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC
It’s been one month since I’ve started over,
two years from the initial breakup of pangaea,
and even though I’ve been doing things wrong,
in the morning I always find myself breathing.
(Why am I not invincible yet?
I still let doubt and indecision lead me down twisted alleys
that I don’t ever want to see again. Why am I the only one who feels like this?)
, , there is no more time to waste asking these questions
when you realize that everyone has cracks they are covering for
with their eyes or speech or faith.
No more
from this moment forward I will write however I want