This morning walking up to my office, I saw scratched into the sidewalk "Life is a Moment". Now I'm wearing my hair down and its scratching the back of my neck, and fantasizing about the life that I could have led.
Sometimes I can't tell if you're my anchor or what lets me go. Sometimes I can't even tell if you're real or not, if I only made you up in my head. Your face gets blurry in my mind, and I only see you in dreams.
Sometimes I wish you would just let me go, and others I wonder if you're why I'm still going.
Somebody implanted an idea in my head recently. It feels like its been awhile since I've had the wheels in there turning, maybe starting something new.