Meh, it’s all in fun.
Desire .
Aannd motivation, annnnd, reflection.
And the very words you use to describe,,,they give it all away.
You pick this one,and you pick that one,
Shows all your cards.
The words you choose shows where you are,how you’re feeling,
Maybe how you wish to feel.
Some kids get told “think before you speak”
Over and over, be quiet,shut up.
Because a child’s mind is uh,, it’s a tornado. And it’s exciting and hopeful and wonderful in a way that fucks up the cynical.. kinda the antidote.
You get hit with that childhood feeling of wonderful and sincere anticipation for all the good things coming, all the possibilities,,
Fucks that goth bullshit up.
Fucks up emo vibes or sad songs.
No escape from the pure joy of being a kid,the joy of learning a new song on whatever instrument you dig.
Regret has no place. Nor the bruises from dogshit choices.
I always thought..”if you give it up, you’re dead”
Just done.
If you lose that desire.
Terrified me.
I didn’t want to turn out like the bland middle agers around me.
Now I think.
Something in there makes you wanna cry, but just a bit.
Breathe out.
Think.
dawn 