Half Empty or Half Full

Do we risk it all or make a fresh break? Do you follow your heart or follow your rational thoughts? Do we dive in blindly with the ever-beckoning worry of possible failure, or do we stay safely out of the way of harm – but with the past looming just above our heads? For too long now, the inner walls of my head have been plagued with the realization that sometimes there just isn’t enough time in the world to answer these questions. Restless anxiety is surging through my veins and I can’t seem to sit still. I feel removed from reality and trapped somewhere in the past. Memories flood my eyes, and I watch all of these events play out again and again. Somehow I can’t grasp what seems to be sitting right in front of me, but as the seconds tick away I begin to crack these empty shells and clear them away. My ears force out all sounds aside from the echoing thunder of my heartbeat. Expression seems utterly useless, for there is no real way to convey all of these thoughts in plain light. Thus, bathed in the shadows we’ll keep on marching to the deafening orchestra comprised of our love. It’s too early to remember and far too late to forget. I can only hope that clarity is somewhere around the corner, and that when I se it I’ll be able to trust myself enough to grab it.

Tunes: Death Cab for Cutie - Marching Bands of Manhattan