2nd
so what am i to do at times like these?
there are parts of my being i cannot allow now ive all grown up (orsotheysay). being who ive always been just doesnt come natural anymore. guess writing is one of them. i get it. theres no more teenage drama so whats there to keep track of. im hang up on it cause it gave up on me more than i gave up on it. yeah i get like that at times.
the same old story got old(er) with me. refuse to grow up all you want.
there are no sparkles anymore, just hopeless visions and constant denial.
expectations made room for unconscious surrender.
lucid dreams save me from forgetting familiar faces. or what it felt like, generally speaking. its not like riding a bike - in a onceyoulearnyouneverforget kinda way - or like having your heart broken. i really do have no idea. but then again, a fresh start is never fresh unless you unlearn everything life force-fed you. i might be on the right path after all.
