I know I hate it when others change,
But I've changed too-
I know it's true.
Looking through those old pictures:
I couldn't contain silent tears from running down.
I know not exactly where this sorrow came from,
I think I shall like to find it,
Not to face it, but to hush it.
I feel scared that I'm losing myself,
or am already lost.
My past faces.
Was life better then?
I ALWAYS want to be somewhere else,
When will I ever be perfectly content?
Surely not when I have everything,
for, what is every concrete desire if it isn't shared??
A waste, I have come to learn,
but blanket this in my mind.
Maybe if I rid of everything?
Life is hard with what little I already have.
But I dream of living a transcendental life.
Dreaming constantly, makes my heart heavy.
I know I shouldn't torture myself by the pondering
and dwelling I do on dreams and desires,
But I lack the will to pursue.
My mind tortures itself.
Smile on, lovers.