Count the headlights on the highway
"So what would you think of me now? So lucky, so strong, and so proud. I never said thank you for that- I thought I might get one more chance."
I keep thinking about the time I sat, relaxed and slouched in the passenger seat of your car, with the wind blowing in from the opened windows and Jimmy Eat World blaring from the stereo- are you listening?
Walking around downtown in the afternoon- aimless. And the rain and the people dancing to their soundtrack of life.
Running along the trail in the woods on a warm Sunday afternoon, alone at the park, but pretending I'm in some foreign jungle where anything adventerous could happen. Seeing people at picnic tables, happy and smiling- and I smile back genuinly.
I keep smiling because I enjoy life(again) and I love living it everyday. It makes me feel awake when I'm really half-asleep.
I feel like I'm floating when I bounce down the hallways confidently, a smile of amusement on my face. I feel like me again, most of the time.
I run around in the rain with more energy than I thought I could summon at the end of the day.
I smile because I can still live in those moments when I knew life- moments from a month ago, when I was more carefree- that can still retain some sense of freedom.
Even seeing the beauty of the headlights in the darkness of dreadfully early morning. Dozens of lights in a line in my rearview mirror. And the fresh morning air right before the sun rises that I am awake enough to still appreciate.
*The fireworks are over, but the scattered remainders are just as beautiful in their own way.
"But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we'd see the beauty and stand staring in awe- at our still lifes pose- like a bowl of oranges."
I keep thinking about the time I sat, relaxed and slouched in the passenger seat of your car, with the wind blowing in from the opened windows and Jimmy Eat World blaring from the stereo- are you listening?
Walking around downtown in the afternoon- aimless. And the rain and the people dancing to their soundtrack of life.
Running along the trail in the woods on a warm Sunday afternoon, alone at the park, but pretending I'm in some foreign jungle where anything adventerous could happen. Seeing people at picnic tables, happy and smiling- and I smile back genuinly.
I keep smiling because I enjoy life(again) and I love living it everyday. It makes me feel awake when I'm really half-asleep.
I feel like I'm floating when I bounce down the hallways confidently, a smile of amusement on my face. I feel like me again, most of the time.
I run around in the rain with more energy than I thought I could summon at the end of the day.
I smile because I can still live in those moments when I knew life- moments from a month ago, when I was more carefree- that can still retain some sense of freedom.
Even seeing the beauty of the headlights in the darkness of dreadfully early morning. Dozens of lights in a line in my rearview mirror. And the fresh morning air right before the sun rises that I am awake enough to still appreciate.
*The fireworks are over, but the scattered remainders are just as beautiful in their own way.
"But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we'd see the beauty and stand staring in awe- at our still lifes pose- like a bowl of oranges."