A little arson never hurt anybody
I've never really grown up. I'm still so dependant on so many people who don't even realize it, and if they do they're just keeping quiet. I feel the need to disappear completely. Just to be noticed. I'm such a contradiction, but I know I'd ultimately be, "happier" this way. The way I used to be. Alone, not lonely. I ripped apart my old journal. The one I've been keeping everything locked away in. But whether that's me in there or a being the world created is up for debate.
But I'm just a little boy. My mind is supposed to be a sponge soaking up tons of information all around me. But I'm stupid. Knowledgeable? Maybe, but stupid nonetheless.
I just want to stare at the ground openly ignoring the world around yet secretly admiring every face, every building, each and every single thing a mark of beauty unique in its own existence. I've always been an observer, why should I have tried to participate? The biggest mistake I've ever made.
But I'm just a little boy. My mind is supposed to be a sponge soaking up tons of information all around me. But I'm stupid. Knowledgeable? Maybe, but stupid nonetheless.
I just want to stare at the ground openly ignoring the world around yet secretly admiring every face, every building, each and every single thing a mark of beauty unique in its own existence. I've always been an observer, why should I have tried to participate? The biggest mistake I've ever made.