If the plane goes down, I'll remember

I can't believe it's half way through 2010.

This is an unexpected checkpoint.

6 months ago I moved and some of my things are still in boxes. There is also a pile of assortments that still need to be hung. This marks the year's anniversary of leaving the glories of college. And ultimately it means there's only another 6 months left before 2010 gets written in memory.

I can never forget the times we meet. It is something so fragile and raw. Thank you for reminding me again what it is all about; what I am all about. The grooves between your brows have gotten deeper and the once strong posture is beginning to diminish. I see that I'm running out of time. I am always running out of time.