I look at the most colorful world through my screen while sitting in the bathroom. We are the same age but you’ve lived so much more. I look at your world through my screen and try to picture my face in yours, but my delusions have a bitter ending. Who am I to care anyway? If I’m secluded to my bedroom it’s by choice, nothing’s out to get me.
I was thinking about it and it’s her effortlesness that makes me feel small. She’s at her peak and even if she’s an impostor I’d forgive her on account of her dimples and the mole on her right cheek. No one’s sentenced to jail in my court, just me. My explorer days are well beyond me. I started too soon thinking I was already behind and now I’m burned out. I missed the northern lights yesterday but they are saying I might get a second chance today.
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