Friday, February 15, 2013
There's never an catchy chorus to hum along to, there are never any clear words.
Time seems to crawl by day by day, and yet it speeds past you like a sudden wind, or a melody that you can't quite remember.
And as you grow older, you learn to trust people less, you learn to hold your emotions much closer to your self, and you see the days gone by as being always brighter in your memories than they ever seemed before.
I don't know if I would do anything differently if I had the chance.
But a part of me will always be that kid running down that hill, blind to what the future will bring.