lo-fi for ghosts (only)
i don't want to do this.
it's crazy how memory fades. the things that i always go to when i need comfort, i can't even remember their origin or why they mean so much to me. and some stuff just does not make me feel the same way anymore. some things i thought would never change, has.
i guess it's arrogant to think that i wouldn't change. that somehow my soul would be more constant than those i see around me all the time, shifting. but for some reason i thought my foundation was stronger.
for a long time i was used to pain. and now i am not used to pain anymore. and i don't know. i'm actually scared.
it's crazy how memory fades. the things that i always go to when i need comfort, i can't even remember their origin or why they mean so much to me. and some stuff just does not make me feel the same way anymore. some things i thought would never change, has.
i guess it's arrogant to think that i wouldn't change. that somehow my soul would be more constant than those i see around me all the time, shifting. but for some reason i thought my foundation was stronger.
for a long time i was used to pain. and now i am not used to pain anymore. and i don't know. i'm actually scared.