You've got about eight feet to be sure of yourself. Tip toe on the brink of turning back. It's got images and it's got sounds. The smells and voices of the days past and you don't know if you can make it. It's like pushing through nostalgia to get to where you have to go.
This is who I am what I've become what the world is now. To be truthfully honest sincerely, I'm not sure what I am now. Did I ever know? Does it matter? Not at all, because this is the perfect chance to sit down and make yourself become whatever it is that's important to you. Break out, stop listening to the faces you see everyday, stop breaking the mold to be part of one. So this is the question, this is your path, do you breathe and move? Or do you turn back.
I'll choose air.
After tonight, there's really no question about it. It was so long and you couldn't even tell yourself why. You couldn't justify what you were doing. There was no means to an end here. It was a cutting of ties with scissors you didn't have the right to bear, nor did you have the reason to bare. Put simply, you were being an idiot.
There's still that real question though, have you really changed? Have those memories clung to you as tightly as you feel? Or are you different, are you there changed. No, no you're not so different. The scenery's changed and it's made you need to prove prove prove something. That's over, that's gone and dead and gone. A good friend of mine put it lightly, "If people can't take who you are, then fuck'em, why bother changing." This is the essence of it.
It's time to grow up and mature and move on. You know it better than anyone else.
Note to self: Think about how you feel about this a little bit more. You don't know what your stomach means.