the option[s] stretch out before me, I shuffle into the huddle - well, the back of the huddle, and I think, I'm not really part of this team. i'm into such a position, seriously. I wanted time to myself in the sense that if I have time for myself I can spend it however I like. That kind of thing is liberating, thinking, "this could be the peak of my life." realizing, "this is it, this is why I'm alive." thinking, "there's no doubt..."
and then I snap out (in?). I think, it's good to see you back again. it's been such a long long time. we were walking in the city streets, haha, no we weren't we never did that that much at all. seen you cry. actually i missed alot of it. I missed too much of it to justify a comeback. that's conservative. Hehe, I saw the little sea change, haha, you know what? let's compare how contaminated we've become: I go to the brick walled, I have to ask you? where did you stay exactly? When I listened to the national anthem in my ears off the subway, why do I think of you whenever I think of how much I love cities? why do I think of you whenever my subconscious is in a remotely unhysterical state? That's when you dream, I'm instructed.
talk about fresh starts. I wish I could script this a little: that's what it would take at this point, some hollywood theatrics, girl. Laughter fills the air. I'm dreaming all I can right now. I know it's silly, I know it's pointless. It's just really dumb. I can't help it you know? I just, need another chance. I would prefer not to deal with the periphery at this point. I'd like not to think about those comments. and then in the early hours, the city gets it's 2 hours. yeah even new york. Even here in my hometown. it sleeps, trust me, so they go down to this place we like, alone. and we order something good, something excessive right out of Ernest's head.
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