i can't hold on to this, either.

[one_moretime]

every day, the world changes.  whether for good or not for better, it won't be the same as when you laid down  your head. 
you can't look back, but should you look forward?  open up your hands to someone, see what you get in return.
you watch movies & decide you should pack up your life, taking refuge in a foreign country.
what do borders even mean.
sometimes when i wake up, i hope i won't remember who i am - as if  i was magically reborn overnight.
some days i cry a lot.
& some days i smile a lot.
some days i remember, & some days i forget.
but it never gets any easier, no matter how old i get.
twenty two feels like fifteen yet startlingly more absent.
where are you?
who am i?
i want to push restart.
start.
select.
start.
select.
start.
select.
please.