No matter how alone we feel while adrift, our heads above the water will always beat a sinking ship.
Better places will serve as a fork in the road from time to time. It's ok to be amongst the shadows of the beat up buildings, distracted by all of the romance that yesterday once held.
Truth be told, if we all had time machines we'd be crossing paths and re-routing regrets to the extent that we'd never feel a thing.
I die every night dreaming of that day in Weavers Fields... and I come alive with thoughts of you stateside.
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