Time is a funny thing. So much and so little has happened in the past three months and I feel like I'm standing still. Like it's just happening and I have no control and yet no emotion towards it. Whatever it is...

"The songs get written, the words get sung, were you always here? Where have you gone?"

I suppose it's those little things, the trivial things...

"I realize now, nothing is trivial..."

I have an idea. Breathe.
There comes a comedic ironicy to all life at a certain point. A point where you consider a mental breakdown but realize that perhaps you have a better use of your time. Perhaps you could watch a movie instead. After all, you know all the lines to Empire Records.

"In the immortal words of the Doors, the time to hesitate is through."

Hesitation... another funny thing.

"Did you memorize the lines? Write down the words and fake the smile?"

Do you know how much you can take before you break? You've failed in your mission, soldier. I have not broken yet. Five years later and I HAVE NOT BROKEN YET.