August 27, 2009
It's the maybe that kills you. Maybe you can return. Maybe you already have all that it can offer you. Maybe you've already jumped, but you can't even tell. Maybe this maybe that. Maybe you're skinny and maybe you're fat. Maybe all of this for nothing and maybe all of this for everything you ever wanted. Maybe something in between. Maybe means a lot. It's every possibility that is unknowable. It's a love/hate thing that you can't figure out until it's already too late. Maybe I shut up already because I'm too drunk to continue. Maybe I don't care.