i'm living life out of photo albums again. not tired at the anticipation of tearing all the pages out. later on. when you've gone. when i've grown tired of the way you always reassure me in those dark moments. to speak the truth about how people never change. i'm not so scared of myself. anymore. tonight i'm smiling from the corners of my eyes again. wondering into porch lamps what i might have ever saw in all those sad septembers.