meaning is sometimes hard to spot. begins with the flickering of cigarettes in the darkness of a dorm room, somewhere in this suffocated mid west. but if this is real then i was mistaken. and if there is the truth, then why can't we find it? but beauty comes to those who have been waiting for something that is bigger than themselves. but this is the sound of the hopeless kids as they scream from the basements of the houses of their parents. and this is the sound of the hopeless ones, as they stare down at their books and realise that they have been lied to. but if this is real, then i was mistaken. and if the vision is gone and i was not aware. consistency like that which i have craved is that the people change so unexpectedly and realisation finds you in a drunken airport. some planes depart and others never arrived. so with this in mind, i don't plan on waiting. if it's time to leave and break these old ties without something more the vision is fading. but until it's gone, the pain will make us try.

i watched you taking off.