Waking up for the first time. Please give up on me.
We are all just an arsenal aimed at each other. This is me... Swearing to never aim towards you. This is not me saying that I'm sorry... because who am I to be stealing your lines? I used to see you outside my window, more than I ever saw myself. 31 floors up and down. Trick shots to the mind.
I hit "copy/delete" more than anyone. Second guessing is for the second city, and I'm safely home.
The carelessness that ran through my veins pulsed itself out. Guess I'm running on hope and loneliness. Full steam ahead. Chasing my dreams, trying to run along side or hitch a ride. Full hearted drifter.
Full circle decade.
