i watch the world around me in slow motion. i watch the world around me shift and twist as it passes over the curves of my eyesight. and each broken promise compliments another's goodnight kiss in a way that is both so beautiful and so sickening that it makes my head ache.

and i watch the sun go down on the turnpike. and i stop talking, because maybe i should listen a little more. and in the silence, i think that we all add up to something.

but then i remember why i stopped watching the world around me.




because we can't learn much with our head in a book. and that wetness behind our ears will never dry until we get out in the air. it is a collective effort by all of us to learn what the world will teach, and we can't do that while we are watching everyone else.

right?

i mean, i have seen love come up short. i have seen both sides of this heartache.

and in the process of all of that, i remembered what i wanted in the first place. so it's not so much a second chance or a new start. it's more of a new growth or twist to the same old story.

and this time...

.. this time will be the one. that is what i think, anyway.