i don't know what keeps drawing me back here. i come and i pick at the snippets at time gone by. i second guess and i critique my past life from the future like some monday morning sports commentator.
now that i think about it, it gives me comfort knowing that i was immature once. maybe i actually miss those days of invulnerability. back when i was more into... myself.
the world, my world, has become so big now that i lose myself staring upwards. my own life's become so small that i forget to even take care of myself. daily agendas and priorities take precedence to eating or a full night's sleep on many occasions. C.R.E.A.M.
there are times, like tonight, when i wish i could go back. even if i were to make the same choices and mistakes. even if i were to relive hardship and strife. i wish i could go back and just live.
the funny part about it is, is that i don't really miss the past, per se. i miss the experiences.
the more things change, the more they stay the same... 4am and i'm still up, after all these years.