But you only get so many do-overs in this life, so many chances to, if not change your past, alter your future.

In midair, dangling lost above the world.

I wasn't ready for this, but then I probably never would be, and this year, like so much else, wouldn't wait. I had no choice but to get out of my car, with everyone watching and begin in earnest, alone. So I did

How ballsy it was to just assume you know, with one glance, the things another person could live without. As if it was the same for everyone, that simple.

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

Editing is hard but nowhere NEAR as tough as facing that blank page and blinking cursor each day. You're all alone and no one else can do it. At least with editing you have someone in the trench with you.