Crisp

I sat there and stared at that glimmer of hope, it shimmered, focused in and out, and I stared. For hours. Music in one ear, leaves rustling in the other, perfect. Why not record it? So I did.

I don't know what it meant this time. I still don't really. Maybe its my dreams, .. my hopes .. maybe even my fears. Maybe its what I'm going to do with you. Whatever it is this time, its still what I live on.

You could think about the same thing for hours, its funny really, the same exact thing, going through your head, over and over. Odd I think.

A turning point, everything suddenly changes and I have to wonder, who have you become? What have you done? Do you know how it feels? How could you do it?

Ultimately, Who are you?

I am done with my pity. I am done with "soft landings". Soft landings means there's one last quick, hard, very painful drop to get to the end. The drop that kills.

I make my plans, and I intend to keep them. Don't fret on that point. They will be kept. No matter how I am feeling, they will be kept.

Expect no pity from me. You used it all.

The choices you make, are yours, and yours alone. You chose to do the things you did, you chose to make note of them, you chose to kill, weather you realize it or not.

What you didn't choose, is the right choice. What you didn't choose, was to be yourself. What you didn't choose, was to keep me close by.

What I did choose, was to make sure that weather you kept me close by or not, I stayed close by.

I don't wish anyone would just fall off the face of this planet, but sometimes .. they do it of their own accord.

Don't be thinking I'm not falling with you.
I'm not done with you yet.