Woke up this morning decided today was the day. I'd remember to live a bit, to do a bit more than breathe. But not too far in, those butterflies interject and remind me that this is unfamiliar ground. I could sit here all my life if I were to choose. I could sit here all my life. I could sit here all my life and wonder in yesterday. I could analyze myself like a breathing text open to one page, never ever turning. Wallow in that regret. I could not count the insecurities that I bathed in. With too much regret and anxiety I lost my way. The moment has been sealed. It's a moment of years but it's been sealed just the same and caste away. It doesn't make all that much sense. I'm not afraid of myself. Life is just too short to let it slip away.