everchanging life.
why must things change? things were so smooth when i was younger…but now…things are changing.
heroes are dying, and the makeshift heros are just…actors. why must things move on? why can’t it stay on as it was? everything was perfect …. until …. reality struck.
well. “welcome to planet earth.”
i can’t take it no more. i need you. i miss you. i can’t stand seeing you suffer.
“a perfect past represents a wasted future.” – someone.
guess this is it…i can’t ignore you. i just can’t. signs.
