the scent of yesterday still looms around and will soon make its way to tomorrow’s sunrise. the laughter that still rings in my head is a reminder that everything has changed.
and i’m a little scared that soon this place will be a memory too. a memory that i don’t long to return to, but a memory cemented into the past that will never crawl its way into the future, because i’m the type of person that will fly off to a new place and leave everything behind me. and the only thing i’ll take with me is my heart, some clothes, some books, and a handful of money to keep me alive. i desire to be a drifting soul with no strings binding me to the ground. i want to be endless. i want to be forever.
and soon this place will be a memory. and soon this place will be a memory. and soon this town will be a place i won’t miss. there isn’t enough room to think about this place. there isn’t enough space in my heart to keep these people around when i can’t even make space in my own heart. everything is conditional. i want everything to change. the quicker the better. the less attachment the better. the fewer feelings the better. i don’t need love and i don’t need hatred. i don’t need any sympathy, but a hug would be nice. i don’t need anything except for myself and a little bit of hope and a bag of dreams. i like being in the middle, because everything is safe here. because you’re young and this isn’t the time to be boggling around with such silly feelings, such silly silly feelings. because if we didn’t know these aspects existed, we would never know we’re missing out on something wonderful. and there are still so many things i don’t know, and i like the mystery aspect of things. i like to make-believe. i like to reconstruct the whole world in my own hands as if i am capable of molding and shifting the countries.
ignorance is bliss.