Through the long and sleepless nights, I can only imagine what it would be like for my soul to be in flight. Really if you think about it, life is only just a dream, or maybe, is that just how we want it to seem?
Cant help but to feel the confusion burning in the back of your mind, and yet again, time after time you find yourself wishing that that voice would just die.
The longing, the sense that you need to escape from everything in your life that you know you hate.
Its surrounding, and smothering, its crawls in your skin, like nights you come home drunk and the next morning wondering where you’ve been.
Like seeing the world through eyes that are blind, or just seeing for the first time.
There nothing more cruel then the mind of a child,
Make there youths seem all worth while.