fairy lights, spark in the dark of nights, nothing i’d ever seen before like this, not surprising. Sorta sick of faking diary entries, surrounded by fresher looking tides, i think i’m telling lies . . my eyes normally can only be seen in the dark, distracted by other hill’s and land-forms of thoughts and dampened ideas.
maybe i could live in the moment, click, bang. Pushing life away and painting my fate and much clearer ink, taking what i need and what i want. Get it? . . i’ll never be this one age again and i need to be taught to clear my mind and think. i’m waiting to start and make it.
okay, so this probably made no sense at all, i was just typing what my heart was telling me to, no big eh? . . tell me if you somehow relate to this.