Waking up

In the metaphorical sense.

I'm beginning to understand what it means to leave. It means that you're going to grow up. Going to become more of what you are supposed to be. Going to go through some shit that will literally break your mind. Something like "Is this the right choice?" "Should I really go through with this?" "How could this have happened?"

And my favorite:

"Why won't we work?"

Yes, that penultimate question that resides near the "Who am I?" query that is a perpetual thorn in my side.

Why won't we? Hmm...I don't see a reason, other than some strikingly taxing factors.
But they're obvious, and they kill me each time I think of them.

Digress

Waking up, though, comes with that haze. When you first open your eyes, you can't seem to understand where you are, or what day is it.

But apparently, it doesn't matter where you are, because time doesn't stop for you and allow you to gather your shit up, figure out your route, and bid those who you want to, adieu.

It's too early to really post anything, early as in time, because when it's two in the morning, I usually say things that make no sense, or if they make sense, they'll bring repercussions. So, I'll continue this later. When I'm saner.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fijjPy5BFL8

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah

I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost, oh yeah

I was scared, I was scared
Tired and under prepared
But I wait for you

If you go, if you go
Leaving me here on my own
Well I wait for you