All Jittery

I can't tell if this feeling is nervousness, excitement, or the aftermath of four hours of sleep following an amazing show.


when i die, will they remember not what i did but what i haven't done?
it's not the end that i fear with each breath, it's life that scares me to death

when we built these dreams on sand
how they all slipped through our hands
this might be our only chance

let's take this one day at a time
i'll hold your hand if you hold mine
the time that we kill keeps us alive

Two Weeks

Is thirteen days too long.