Somewhere a clock is ticking

There are no words. No emotions. Just a stoic face standing still and looking 'pretty'. I've always been a numbers kind of guy. There are 365 days in a year. 69 days of misery. 122 to turn 24. 200 days to get back on track and I haven't looked back. 31 days remain. Ready to get it over. I've endured, longed, embraced and all things in between. Waiting to see what happens isn't enough. Doing something is doing one step too much. I've grabbed life by the horns. I messed with Texas (figuratively). Take every single Facebook status, tweet, and blogspot entry of mine and it will lead you to a silhouette of me. More like a shadow that follows me as I wander in my open field of opportunity. It's a part of me that won't go away. It's behind me like my past but it's close enough to remind me of who I once was or have become. I've had so many chances to turn my year around. Pretty soon I get to answer the question I've asked myself for 334 days... If I had to start the year off again, how would I do it differently? As the 8,760th hour comes to an end and a new one begins for 2011, it'll be just a matter of time.