How do I put the past week into words? A dream, a journey, or an adventure? So much spontaneity, creativity, and love with such complete disregard for the future that the fear of it is temporarily kept at bay. I want to live more like this; just saying yes to things without pushing people away. What is responsibility, anyway? Is it enough just staying alive? If I only have myself to contend with, then what's the point of making it so bloody difficult? Why should it be unattainable just being good enough?
Go fuck yourself, reality. One day, when I'm done hiding, I'll get back at you. And then live on my own damn terms.
We better have a good explanation
For all the fun that we had
'Cause they are coming for us, babe
And they are going to be mad
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day
Love and adventures,