Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The gears turn in my head, not pointing in any one direction in particular. Paths are open before me, and the time is always limited. Decisions, decisions. What comes of these choices? Love? Lust? Happiness? Sadness? Violations of everything I have ever held to be? I might never know.
The time is slowly coming for action. What action that may be remains to be seen.
Any way it goes, I'll always be right here. Waiting and trying to figure out if I have done the right thing.
The time is slowly coming for action. What action that may be remains to be seen.
Any way it goes, I'll always be right here. Waiting and trying to figure out if I have done the right thing.
sjofn_:
done the right thing in what