There's no sound but the hum of my endless intimate inner workings reminding me that I am growing older and losing sight of what I am. My youth is rapidly passing, all underneath these bright fluorescent lights, behind lcd screens, send buttons and magazines. My whole life has been dirty band tees, half read books, points of view, passing smiles, sunken suns, all up in the air somewhere. I think it's time to find my right angle, no more pushing paper, it's time to go outside. I've spent so much time trying to get somewhere, to wind up here, trying to get nowhere. At the end of the day, when all the lights go out, yes, I'm a little bruised, slightly broken, impatient and a little insecure, but I'm still here... it's time to take hold and not misspend these chances that I have. Take risks, laugh loud, hold tight, let go, forget. All I want to remember is a feeling, no need to remember pictures.. so I am boarding like a stranger on the train... single celled, red blood going in, blue blood coming out.. This is my stop. I'll see you soon.
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