no more lyrics or short stories.
I've been thinking again. I know, I know. Ridiculous.
I've been watching people, thinking, assuming, interpreting, like always and more importantly catching up.
My future, a fairly bleak thing.
People I used to care about and look up to are reappearing in dreams.
You were there, and you too, and even you.
In the most awkward situations though.
Laughable really.
I miss alot of you, really.
I would name you all, but I would imagine it to be like shining a spotlight in an attic of memories.
And I dont like shining lights on things covered in cobwebs, nor walking into them.
If love is a battlefield...
I would rather be honorably discharged.
I've been watching people, thinking, assuming, interpreting, like always and more importantly catching up.
My future, a fairly bleak thing.
People I used to care about and look up to are reappearing in dreams.
You were there, and you too, and even you.
In the most awkward situations though.
Laughable really.
I miss alot of you, really.
I would name you all, but I would imagine it to be like shining a spotlight in an attic of memories.
And I dont like shining lights on things covered in cobwebs, nor walking into them.
If love is a battlefield...
I would rather be honorably discharged.