If you've got an impulse; let it out.
I had a couple of good conversations today. Chris and Vanessa don't realize how much they keep me on my feet. I can vent out my life story, and they just take it all in. And i really appreciate it. I'm at a point where I just want time to slow the fuck down. I can't even begin to think about the fact I have a college fair to attend on Wednesday. The thought makes me nervous, because I really do not want to go to college just yet. I feel that it is completely pushing me out of my teenage years. I want to enjoy being a kid while I still have the time. I don't want to make decisions that will impact the rest of my life; I'm not ready just yet. I just want to live. I don't know how else to put it. These four letters that people never really look deep enough into. They walk like zombies through their lives, following their parents, or doing what everyone else does. I wish people would just be their own person. But more importantly, LIVE. Do crazy shit, just because you feel like it. Stop looking over your shoulders, please. Sure, college is what gets people good jobs, and good money to support a family. You do those three things, then you die. But you never really learn anything without LIVING. You learn from your experiences in life; these experiences shape you. An education through a classroom does not make you smart. There is so much more to life that people never realize. Step outside of the goddamn box. Everything flies right past you if you do not just stop for a second and observe the things around you. I do not want you to end up like everyone else. And I don't want to end up like them either.
...as our December sun is setting , 'Cause I'm not who I used to be. No longer easy on the eyes. These wrinkles masterfully disguise. The youthful boy below, who turned your way and saw something he was not looking for; Both a beginning and an end. But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize. When he catches his reflection on accident. On the back of a motor bike with your arms outstretched trying to take flight; Leaving everything behind. But even at our swiftest speed, we couldn't break from the concrete in the city where we still reside. And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men. 'Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides, like brothers on a hotel bed. You may tire of me as our december sun is setting, 'Cause I'm not who I used to be.
Peace and love. For real.
...as our December sun is setting , 'Cause I'm not who I used to be. No longer easy on the eyes. These wrinkles masterfully disguise. The youthful boy below, who turned your way and saw something he was not looking for; Both a beginning and an end. But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize. When he catches his reflection on accident. On the back of a motor bike with your arms outstretched trying to take flight; Leaving everything behind. But even at our swiftest speed, we couldn't break from the concrete in the city where we still reside. And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men. 'Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides, like brothers on a hotel bed. You may tire of me as our december sun is setting, 'Cause I'm not who I used to be.
Peace and love. For real.