I
miss myself.
the very idealistic me.
most of the time,
the daily grind rubs off that idealism in you…
you succumb to ‘realities’
when in fact,
perhaps
they’re nothing but falsehood
built on crack.
Ineed want to return
to my first love.
miss myself.
the very idealistic me.
most of the time,
the daily grind rubs off that idealism in you…
you succumb to ‘realities’
when in fact,
perhaps
they’re nothing but falsehood
built on crack.
Ineed want to return
to my first love.
