its hard finding inspiration these days. i’m getting older and older. days are getting shorter and shorter. accomplishments are at a stand still. what do i have to show for since you? you’ve pursued your dreams and i can’t even come up with mine. you’ve found your voice and i’ve lost mine. i was so ‘together’ when we met. i had everything i needed and you were the bonus. all of my future aspirations seemed attainable with you in my ear. and now i’ve continuously thought of what i don’t have and simultaneously make decisions that keep me from those things. i find love over and over and over again. it never works out. i make friends in high places, socialize. they just want one thing. i was blessed with a lot of advantages and it seems all fall by the waist side. til this day there’s nothing i want more than you. not for your love or for a probable relationship but for your heart, your reassurance, your support, your faith. 

oh the joys of being an adult. making your own money, drinking with your friends, spending your own money, drinking with your friends. that’s all it is. being a kid wishing you would grow up. being grown up wishing you were a kid. making decisions you regret; you weren’t old enough to make them. to the one that got away, still you.