you are nothing but the first in a long line of never-get-betters. posterchildren for the utterly screwed. lemmings in therapy. lifesavers in davey jones's locker. eloping with words right, left, and center but never holding them down long enough to play wedding bands. one night verbal stands and empty fingers on empty hands. i find it impossible to face sunrises and sunsets all by myself. carpe diem, and you can grasp with all your dying fingers but you can't seize yesterday.
discovering that you've lost the map.
i made millions of wishes on millions of falling stars and then realized that i had none left to steer by.
