All the signs are telling me that it's still too early to tell (or maybe it's finally too late). I'm not too well with signs, which is why God invented humans to invent GPS devices for blockheads like me. The hands on the clock stopped moving, but the world is moving on without me, you're moving on without me, or maybe I'm moving on without you? I want to take the first step out because you took the final step in, sometimes I like to think I can even things out in life like that. I'm not waiting, I think. I'm not expecting anything, I think. I'm creeping fast into something else... & I want something to happen, I think. Don't leave, don't stay, don't leave....
Fact Of The Day: I hate birds. & I'm going to stay up all night, just to see the night turn to day.