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