It feels like forever. Once I had something all the time...something to look forward to everyday. Now I have to move onto something else. I feel so busy and in retrospect, I feel like I haven't done a whole lot with my time quite yet. I know I shouldn't rush into my new life I'll be making.
Move in day in two places at once. Move into the new store, gonna be a busy week or so. Deal with that job and move on. Move into MY new place. Gonna be a pain to take down and box up and move out. At least with a new space, it'll be fun to reassemble. It'll be great once the dust settles, pour ainsi dire...
I can wait.
Move in day in two places at once. Move into the new store, gonna be a busy week or so. Deal with that job and move on. Move into MY new place. Gonna be a pain to take down and box up and move out. At least with a new space, it'll be fun to reassemble. It'll be great once the dust settles, pour ainsi dire...
I can wait.
and i could see you waiting by my car.
beginnings are constant
endings are beginnings with the illusion of finality
you can wait and will whether you want to or mean to.
so to speak.