Just look ok. You have your whole life to get normal. Hazy afternoons have me finally laughing again. The sincerity between us makes it ok to get out of bed on the bad ones.
Feeling like Indiana Jones minus the hat and good looks. Ready for adventure and the other coast. Training eyes to look beyond, not behind.
From this airplane window, life is nothing more than a canyon, jumping off of the cliff is the hardest part. Let's get alive together.
There is a spark of greatness inside each of my close friends and I. We've taken it upon ourselves to blow on it and guard it. Feeding it ideas like dry wood, just to watch it burn. The original spotlight, the initial flash of the camera, it's all just a result of flint meeting steel. I'll be the former if you'll be the latter.
We're just making circles on a piece of debris near a Sun. None of this is unique. Lately I've just been wanting to tear the pause button off of every electronic device I see.
I'm sure there was a fleeting moment when Neil Armstrong found himself contemplating staying behind on the moon and letting the air run out. That's mostly how I feel when we go our separate ways.
Catching the corner of your eyelids just before we close the door. Last glimpses mean so much more on the opposite sides of walls.
Everyone should read Kerouac and cross the country at least once. For me it has become a fall-time ritual. Truth is, I've only been saving myself.
CLT-ATL-LAX all of these thoughts won't fit on the back of this delta airlines ticket. We're the ruins of tomorrow. Forever a monument to what should be.
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