Predictions may be about the future, but they’re made up of the past.

Decision commands result.

~2009/01/06 Tuesday 2:10pm

…considering the weight of the bricks I laid, now that I’m through..
One by one, sealed every crack that I could slip between to find my way back…
you can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away..
The heavy weight of promises made, if I could exonerate, I might just lift off today.
You can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away.

'cause you dance in my head,
in my heart,
in my everything
you belong