i am made entirely of mistakes and bad days.
waking up too early with nothing to keep my mind from wandering to places it shouldn't dare go.
the feeling i get in the pit of my stomach when i'm too excited for things.
the people i love, the people i look up to. the people who don't know me at all.
the songs i sing to myself so i don't feel so tired of everyone.
the people i leave behind all of the time, not wanting to have to deal with change.
the way my heart beats in time with the pound of the bass in small venues that make my whole body rattle with the music.
old friends that are gone and new friends who really don't care.
the people i have yet to meet. the ones that are filled with chances.
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