time doesn't exist. clocks do.

New year's resolutions?

but there is a crossroads

and i know which road i'm taking:

and it's okay if i, as i tend to do,

attach more importance to something

than it's really worth - i just have to say

but if i do, that's ok too,

and obviously fated.

if something hurts,

because

when fatuous and impossible things

are scripted in glowing text...

maybe they're not so impossible.

and

when life looks beautiful

(and even when it doesn't)

again with the cliches,

(I saved Latin!)

always, always always:

and make it count.

every moment.

because

of course:

and it won't,

because right now

life is like the view from the fiftieth story

of sunlight cascading over rooftops

in a golden European town

to a Beirut song about possibility

and i know

it's all about perspective.

(stop writing poems about the moments i lost,

start living poems about the moments i keep)

forget regrets.

make playlists for rainy days

and blazing glorious nights

and stay awake til dawn

the way we do.

and finally,

remind myself

with insistence,

patience

and blazing certainty

the end.