nothing seems permanent
Then why do we get attached to those things, and then bear the pains of separation; left with a void within yourself that cant seem to fill itself over time. A chunk of me missing every now and then, what they take as their share of memories, and im left with the same, a thought within my convoluted mind. I yearn to go back to those memories.
part of growing up.
I wish i were a child again.
and work never seems to happen at the right moment.. i need an eraser of sorts to clear the cloudiness within my head.
and i miss normalcy. of sorts.