I have this dream about taking this thing I'm doing here, and just breaking away. I may stay here, just for the hell of trying. I picture myself standing infront of the gate to the airport, and then suddenly I stop. I stand there for hours, watching one plane after the other fly away. I wouldn't say anything to anyone, I would just vanish. No one would ever know, no one would ever suspect. I wonder how I would fare, I wonder how far I could make it. Even after all these years I'm still involved in the process of self discovery. I think it's better to explore life, and make mistakes than to play it safe. I think mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life.
Distance has widened and new things have grown in place. Nothing is really forgotten, but at this point it's fluid. It's taken me long to encourage myself to stop wishing for a return or a sincere apology, to just let go and hold the hand that's here. Do you know the most surprising thing about heartache? It doesn't actually kill you, but like a bullet to the heart, it should. When someone you've promised to cherish forever, suddenly lets you go, it should kill you instantly. You shouldn't have to wake up day after day, trying to understand how in the world you didn't know.
Distance has widened and new things have grown in place. Nothing is really forgotten, but at this point it's fluid. It's taken me long to encourage myself to stop wishing for a return or a sincere apology, to just let go and hold the hand that's here. Do you know the most surprising thing about heartache? It doesn't actually kill you, but like a bullet to the heart, it should. When someone you've promised to cherish forever, suddenly lets you go, it should kill you instantly. You shouldn't have to wake up day after day, trying to understand how in the world you didn't know.
