Trip Through Your Wires: Now’s As Bad A Time As Any
I’m leaving, but it’s not what you think. There will be no long dramatic prose goodbye (it’s short). There will be no tears, no regret. There will be no anger or bitterness. There is just time and opportunity and circumstance. There is just a yes that suddenly became a no. There is just a new job waiting in Los Angeles and the proximity to family that tends to eclipse even pipedreams, even 4 AM last calls, even the idea that I could fall in love with you, even a skyline I am actively in love with, still, despite everything. Who knows, I might come back for it someday. But for now, just for now, I am headed West. In September I wake up in Los Angeles. But I’m getting ahead of myself. It’s still August; we’re still here.