Maybe You Could Go Backwards

I Had Stepped Into His Arms, Showing Him My Raw, Broken Heart.

Outside, The Ocean Was Crashing, Waves Hitting Sand, Then Pulling Back To Sea. I Thought Of Everything Being Washed Away, Again And Again. We Make Such Messes In This Life, Both Accidentally And On Purpose. But Wiping The Surface Clean Doesn't Really Make Anything Neater. It Just Masks What Is Below. It's Only When You Really Dig Down Deep, Go Underground, That You Can See Who You Really Are.

Total Commitment. You Know, The Idea Of Discovering Something That, For All Intents And Purposes, Goes Against Your Abilities, And Yet Still Deciding To Do It Anyway. That Takes Guts, You Know?

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda. It's So Easy In The Past Tense.

And The Rest Is History,' I Said. Nah.' He Shook His Head. 'the Rest Is Now.