perfect plans cannot be made.

lately, brooklyn stars by matt pond pa has been really haunting my soul. i just keep listening to it over & over. but i couldn't figure out why it struck me so.
but listening to it on the plane today, i realize that i have come to an awkward departure in my life. nothing more or less really, though i hope to use it wisely.

so, that must be why.



in complete darkness, i lose balance.
i'm getting dressed; you're still asleep.
don't hold your breath; you shouldn't wait.
there's no one there for you to save.

i know some day the spring will return again.
the birds and cars speak up when they reach morning.
i'm not gone yet.
i want more of everything.

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regardless, i had fun.