The things I go through, being human.
I am tangled in a web of confusion. Stuck with the idea of what should’ve been and what could have been.
When I hear it, my heart aches. Someone who loved so much but was never loved back.
I want to live like this. Trap in a world of reality with infinite possibilities.
Happiness with the little things.
Oh, the care free days of whimsical imagination. Turning into airplanes and fighting dragons.
Drifting as we are, reaching for what we want. Because we are humans.
Sometimes we’re an exception but as I open my eyes and realize, a billion more of me multiplied to thousand feeling how I feel, living like I do behind walls of what society wants to see.