How do you know when it's time to move on?
How do you know you're making the right choice?
Is there such a thing as a right choice?
Things happen for a reason.
We live the life we can grab.
We walk the line we see ahead of us.
I don't believe in the future. I only believe in the moment.
Does that make me any less human than I am?
This is not a poem.
If it is, then it sucks.