In this second I am sitting in my office chair sucking in air and feeling the weight of words I wish I’d waited to hear. I wish tomorrow was the day I was walking into the club. And that tomorrow I would see you stand slowly and awkwardly to catch my attention. And all the rest. But that kind of tomorrow never comes again. And you’ll have to forgive me, I am in a mood.
Tread lightly, take only pictures, leave only footprints.
Dixie's Road Trip 