Titles Are For Tombstones

This place will forever be my losing streak. Goodbyes in the form of "remember whens."

"What should be's" and "should have beens"... That's what is running through my veins today.

I'm pretty sure that you'll pass me at 30,000 feet. It could have been the steam on the bathroom mirror, but I'm pretty sure I caught a glimpse of you being measured for you're wings.

I can't write this feeling away.