These days its cautious little steps. I miss those days when i left my fears with the wind and really lived. I really hurt too but those moments when you believed all in the world was good, that the man of your dreams would never hurt you and that you could change the world with your own will was magical.
Its that adreline rush of believing you can fly and trusting the world.
I miss that. You grow older. You have adventure after adventure. But i feel like i am seeping off from people and society, succumbing to my own world more and more each day.
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