I keep confusing courage with false hope. I've been so hesitant in my ways, as if i was cupids last arrow.
Feeling better as the coasts unfold. Jet setting in an attempt to find my former self... or just one set of honest eyes.
Tokyo has me nearly a day ahead. It's like flying upon second hands, back home just to live/sleep through the same 24. The lights still flash at the same rate though. The way I hoped our heartbeats would someday.
The irony is in the way the truth is lost in the translation. Somehow I know that the phrase "shoot the messenger" runs so much deeper than the semantics. Foriegn eyes lead me home. So appropriate.
Crossing the international date line can drive you to madness. For the record, I am as sorry as I have ever been. The words don't even flow the same lately. Boarding time...
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