“So give it up, throw your hats in the air, & change just as they land, You’re saying, “We’ll get out of here,” Something tells me that you’re too scared to go…”
it eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms arms farther... and one fine morning -
for the books on the nightstand highlighted and underlined, for the letters you've never written, for the smiles in photographs, for the fraying edges, and for the tattered yesterdays / uncertainty of tomorrow.