Two decades in and already swamped with memories
And only the desire to make new ones.
Walking to class or coming home
People ask me what I want to do,
What do I want to do with the rest of my life?

I can feel my throat constrict and my heart skid,
Don’t they understand how much of a commitment that is?
The rest of my life.

And what if it’s not something I want to do, but something I want to be?

I’m 20 years old and don’t ever have my head in this atmosphere,
So how can I ever hope to decide the rest of my life?

I want to write with the raindrops that kiss the grass
Or sleep on the waves of the ocean
And hold the stars in my hands.
I want to climb the highest tree or the highest mountain
Just so I can jump and call it flying.
I want to read the faces of others
And put them into stories.
But mostly I want to run,
Not literally,
But running still.
I want to catch time as it passes by
And go to all the places in the pictures
Enjoying adventure upon adventure
Until the end of my days,
Surrounded by the select few that I love.

I want to be nothing short of me,
And who I am isn’t a constant that can be applied to a formula,
It’s constantly changing, growing, fighting, loving.
How dare you ask me to define what I want to be,
When it’s plain that I don’t even know who I am?

I’m 20 years old and what I want to do for the rest of my life
Is nothing sort of a mystery, an adventure,
Like a storyline leading to an epic plot twist,
But it’s wrapped in uncertainty
And the only way to find out where it’s going
Is to keep reading the book.

Tick-tock-tick-tock
I'm slipping out of you
You're slipping out me
Love, we're slipping out and into somewhere new
Grab a hold of me, of us, of everything in between
Let's slip away, away into each other's again.


~~ Criss ∞

I wish it was me
That girl you wanted - dream girl

Or that someone you meant
When you replay that reggae sort of love song

Or in your dream that you never wanted
To wake up from

I wish it was me
But there were other girls.

~~ Criss ∞

I don't want to daydream of you.

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They take me farther from the reality of you until I reach a point where you become like a fictional character rather than a someone I've had sweet memories with.
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Oh, daydream just doesn't do you justice, love.

~~ Criss ∞