at the end of the day i am just one more day older

The sun rises in a smile. The cresent of waxing light. The wind through my window. The smile of a friend. The new friend i make. The old friend i hug. The beauty of the glowing.

Good intentions all along. A phone call. A voicemail. A text. A phone call. Everything changes in the blink of an eye.

Life is a circle. It bends in directions, it promises new adventures, but at the funeral of the day, you sit at the same window and smile into the sun even when the shadows are strong.

This is about change. This is about moving. Forward, backward, sideways, it all hurts. It requires thought. Stillness. Solitude. Close the door on the loud hallway and sit.

Nostalgia

Naturally the melody rings in my head. My face hides nothing. My words are real. Everything was truth. And the rain still falls.

Mostly because of where we are. Mostly because of what they said. Mostly because I need to sleep.

And baby cries the day away.

.whom.

Things change when you look in the mirror. Girl you are no where near a plastic face. Most people don't have the courage to be real. If you say you are going to jump off the cliff, then jump.

Isn't irony a beezy?

regret carries no explicit admission that one is responsible for an incident..

...while remorse implies a sense of guilty responsibility and a greater feeling of personal pain and anguish.