i just realized that i mastered the art of loosing
and the only good nation is imagination
tired of feeling low even when am high ain’t no way to live, do i want to die, i don’t know
in this life there is no happy endings, just pure beginnings followed by years of sinning and fake repentance
there’s so much in life that’s out of our control
sometimes you just have to block out the noise
can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?
humans fear what they can’t understand
what if everyone could interact with others with the innocence of a new born?
we all want to be perfect
have no fear though, you will never reach perfection
and its quite okay
we all want to be remembered
maybe there is no point
oblivion is inevitable so just do you