If time would pass me and I’d be happy and anger left this heart of mine and no indifference to take the distance or hesitation to cross those lines. I might have stayed here. I might have waited but in the end we all know that I want something better.
When you feel the need to be so bitter I don’t even care. You say the things that just don’t matter cause I’m not even here. You take the chance of being found out. It’s fatal. I know. But you can talk, talk, talk and talk until you grow old.
In my awakening I saw the best things. I saw the things I could have had and all that time I had been wasting. I think about it and feel sad. And just the notion of pure devotion to all the sweetest things there are is such a foreign feeling but it feels so good.