Listen to my nonsense.

Sometimes I need to let go. Sometimes I need to hold on tighter.
Sometimes I forget to look foward. Sometimes I forget to breathe.

I know some of you are out there. I know you keep your secrets. I know you think its silly. I know you read this.

But I breathe for your attention, I am Grade A selfish. Selfish for your last bit of time, your last glance and your last word. I'll let you have the last word.

But only because you need to see me as perfect, because that is what I am not. But I promise you'll see it tommorow.

But you're not here.

You're far away.

You're right next to me.

But you're allergic to me.

I'm wasting my time, but only for your approval. I'm wishing for that one moment, but you made it happen yesterday. Moments are lost in the traffic.

I know you have no idea what I'm talking about.

But you know that I'm talking directly to you.

The blond, the brunette, the thick, the thin, the friend, or the foe. Everyone except for you.

If you've read down to here, I've finally gotten your attention.

P.S. By the way, don't by vain. This isn't only for you.