i'm just lying here in bed, thinking about life. and how looking back, you can easily see how you got from point a to point b. yet while at point a, point b was unfathomable. and how more often than not, that path is totally out of our hands. and that's okay. but when looking ahead, i rest in the comfort of the past.
note: i'm a very sleepy girl right now and might even be on the brink of heat exhaustion, so i'm not sure how much sense i'm making right now.