Friday, February 13, 2009

FEBRUARY 8, 2009.

I'm staring out my window onto the horizon. The bright-light dotted pitch-black horizon line that lights up my imagination. The tiny, round dots of civilization 33,000 feet below me. I don't know what it is but the orange-white lights give me hope--hope for the future and hope for me.

Everyone around me is sleeping - probably dreaming of what was or what is the inevitable future. I can't wait for the future. I can't wait for tomorrow. I can't wait to start living. From now on I'm living for today. I've been saying "tomorrow" for too long and I believe it's time to start saying "today".

1 comment:

Santeria said...

you're quite poetic.
i love you.