I dont have the same thoughts I once did & I dont know why.
Is it a creative spirit saying good bye to me? Am I moving on to become someone else? Have I lost hope in all the words I once dreamt.
For 4 years of my life, I would write down everything my mind threw at me. Everything I wrote I felt never belonged to me. I tried to separate and split the 2 sides of myself. You see I never advertised this website, I never told any of my friends what I truly thought, all the crazy verses running around inside of me, they belonged to myself and to people I would never meet.
How I wanted my life to be was everything I wrote. I feel like I was never meant to be a romantic, that circumstances beyond my control molded me that way.
This side of me will never die, Its just becoming smaller with each passing month.
My future has never seemed so uncertain.