Sometimes, inspiration is a quiet thing. Remember that. Stop looking at the sun. Blink away its glare and begin to pay attention to what is right in front of you.
(before the rollercoaster youre on plummets down, streaming the sounds of teenage exhilaration, give the fairground a look; see the little girl with the soft pink balloon to match her Sunday best, the boy with the sky caught in his eyes.)
Lets act our age for once, alright? Lets laugh at our own immaturity and call it inexperience.
Lets exchange nervous kisses under pallid skies and call it love.
Lets.
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Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
You know this is your watch, counting down your life. Counting down your happiness. Your depression. Whatever ending you're waiting for, you can always count on your watch to count down to it.
T-minus whatever.
His watch is tick-tock tick-tocking too, but you know he doesn't mind the sound. Those who welcome death are the better ones at embracing life.
He's a product tester. Every product must be tested. He jumps out of an airplane flying at 13,000 feet above sea level. Just after he jumps out, within the first few seconds, he's already falling at 90 miles an hour toward the ground. Terminal velocity, when he stops a