sometimes i live too much in the future, and not enough in the present
sometimes i daydream about leaving my life, driving as far south as a i can, and living anonymously on some deserted beach
sometimes i try to stop eating sugar, and then it surprise attacks me and i'm all back in
sometimes i sit back, look at my life, and wonder why i'm so incredibly blessed
sometimes i miss the days when i was young enough to justify a night light
sometimes nature is so beautiful it's physically painful for me
sometimes i talk to myself in public, and get weird looks from strangers
sometimes knowing everyone my town is claustrophobic, sometimes it's incredibly sweet
a measuring stick for my journey
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