I change shapes just to hide in this place
I want to create a reality where all of the people I love fit in there with me.
In their past and current forms.
This geographically compartmentalized existence is lonely even when you feel supported.
This life is just starting and it's fascinating how much of it was prepared for.
How much of it was well-rehearsed.
How much of it was exactly what I expected.
But I've never felt so behind while running ahead of everyone else.
I can't believe how quickly the nostalgia sets in.
And how I have no desire to live through my youth again because the remnants I left before for reflection are just as superb.
Part of me is always waking up on Christmas morning.
waiting for my mom to come home to take me to the movies.
sitting in my mom's bathroom playing with her products.
singing to the First Wives' Club soundtrack with my mother.
running home to watch TRL.
eating McDonald's pancakes.
driving in the desert at night with the windows down.
walking the brooklyn bridge and asking my ipod for guidance.
waking up in his bed with his arms around me.
and always dancing. On stage. In Dana's class. On a bar. In the shower.
All of the pieces have brought me here.
I romanticize every fucking moment of it.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
In their past and current forms.
This geographically compartmentalized existence is lonely even when you feel supported.
This life is just starting and it's fascinating how much of it was prepared for.
How much of it was well-rehearsed.
How much of it was exactly what I expected.
But I've never felt so behind while running ahead of everyone else.
I can't believe how quickly the nostalgia sets in.
And how I have no desire to live through my youth again because the remnants I left before for reflection are just as superb.
Part of me is always waking up on Christmas morning.
waiting for my mom to come home to take me to the movies.
sitting in my mom's bathroom playing with her products.
singing to the First Wives' Club soundtrack with my mother.
running home to watch TRL.
eating McDonald's pancakes.
driving in the desert at night with the windows down.
walking the brooklyn bridge and asking my ipod for guidance.
waking up in his bed with his arms around me.
and always dancing. On stage. In Dana's class. On a bar. In the shower.
All of the pieces have brought me here.
I romanticize every fucking moment of it.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.