eyes like the summer

[warm_my_heart]

i'm about to call it quits when i never really began.

futility is the order of the day.

im on my way to a destination with no idea of when i will get there.

its all fast becoming overrated, for no other reason than my frustration.

i want to turn back time to that time i rode in your passenger seat.
when i thought i had the world in my hands and you by my side.
and then i wrote it all down and lost the pages.

theres nothing for me to hold onto here. just fleeting moments and useless attempts.