cowboy boots and dreams

thursday 27th march 2002 @ 00:02

my credit card takes the strain of post rejection retail therapy. and i wear new boots that remind me of a time when the sun shone and the music carried me weightless. the clink of glasses and the stain of cranberry juice force me back into the here and now. i sit on the outside, looking in and i'm waiting with breath held for my next move. life holds infinite mysteries. the question is really, which one to snatch first.

so why is it so hard to exhale and take the first step of a new journey...

maybe i was hoping that if i clicked my new heels together i wouldn't have to step at all.