i like to think that i know a little bit
but i am not in the least profound
the speed at which the world turns
is too quick for me to figure out
our love is a faded polaroid
sitting dusty at the bottom of a drawer
too late to hang
too soon to throw away
so it haunts me forevermore
i spent spring anticipating summer
and now i don't know what to do
because now that its here i'm still alone
and i can't stop myself from missing you
that's not what i wanted
i wanted to be free
i spent the spring reevaluating
every aspect of being me
i thought that it was over
and my life would start anew
and now i'm running out of time
there's still so much to do
i keep waiting on a transformation
something to take me to that perfect place
yet as soon as i almost get there
i wonder if i'm still losing the race
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
