Twenty Two and I'm already quitting reaching for the stars and making wishes on all the ridiculous, woundrous myths in case one of them worked. Fully believing that at least one thing, one thing, one thing must be real enough.
On a shooting star
On spesific hour or even a minute
On a ****** up dream means you have hope
On a coin
On a prayer
While throwing a butter knife in the middle of your ******* twenty 2nd birthday cake for the first time, because this could be it that I missed wishing on, this ******* butter knife!
When karma takes place
When a shooting star
After prayers
After your mother's prayers
After your ******* hands grazed expecting something inhuman but found orchids underneath all these hideous layers and picked a few ones to leave the others envious, your what? After what? What was it the thing you just said? Afterlife? Yes, afterlife.
I had a point, I started writing this for this point but I can't ******* remember it.
Oh, twenty two
Twenty two and I still think I havent felt everything that could be felt, but I'm not curious anymore. I've had enough for a lifetime.
Twenty two and I'm still foolishly hoping for world peace and gloomy weather.
Feel lost, be lost, losing.
I have a hard time tracking my thoughts.
Twenty two is supposed to be nice, I'm supposed to be young and happy?
Twenty two

Erm

I found a way, where the sunlight stolen kisses wakes me up and stars share their thoughts to put a different face on me and the unrhymed songs makes my life better, I sure found a way to be a little happy a way where everything that makes me a little happy is always there and it's satisfying.. But I don't completely want it, I miss you.

Try to grab hold of the ashes again but you'll find nothing but a small tiny piece of dust when you open your hand this time, but it's okay.

Try and reach the sky to grab a star once again, it'll be too far and you'll give up too easily this time, but no, no it's okay, it's okay.

Try and swim, you won't drown, you won't even try to dive deeper, not even sink in for a second but you'll float and you'll like it, and it's okay.

Try to crave, give it a try, it'll probably not work but it's okay, at least you tried. Eh?

Try, but you'll never find what you once felt, you're not going to experience anything like it but it's okay because this may be close enough.

Don't look at me, let's not talk.
let's not fall, we'll both **** up.

But I'll write this one for you and only you
I don't get it
but I do surely understand

I don't need you to talk some sense into me
I felt your words crawling under my skin
when you try and hold my hand
when you try to kiss me
after breaking eye contact that barely lasted a second
We shall forget what's forgotten.

Waiting for me at my bedroom, in my mirror
In the car, right out the window
Talks to me through music
Haunts me through scents
Through distractions and coffee beans
Lives in me
In my brain
In my veins
In my bones
In order to **** it, it could **** me