waiting on the corner

There'll be a moment when you're dancing with three of your closest friends on an almost empty dancefloor at a birthday party. You look at them with their eyes closed, smiling to themselves and to each other, and to you and moving with the music, mouthing the words. And the light is right, and the mood is high. And you think to yourself: this is IT, this is life. This is MY life...i'm 22 and i'm living it, and this is one of the moments i''ll never forget. Or you'll be sitting outside under a perfect late afternoon Febuary sky, with big fat white clouds dancing around over your head. And the air is warm, it even smells warm. And you watch the people as they walk by, lost in the importance of some internal monologue. And you feel like youre underwater, and if you move even just a fraction of an inch from where youre sitting, drinking in the world, you'll wreck it. And the shadows are stretching, and the light is gold. And it really doesnt seem like there could be such things as broken hearts or bones or promises. And you think to yourself;this is another one of those moments...this is why I dry my eyes and crack a smile.