The days wind by a little quicker than they used to.
My heart beats a little slower.
My mind races at a more steady pace.
My emotions soar into the sky
and crash into the ground.
My sleep schedule is non existent.
The strings fray less often
and are easily sewed.
Easily tied and done listlessly so.
Do you remember when things were simple?
The band didn't march.
The shoelaces became tangled.
Hair became knotted.
Everything was easy
and everything was good.
Because I don't.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
The days wind by a little quicker than they used to.
My heart beats a little slower.
My mind races at a more steady pace.
My emotions soar into the sky
and crash into the ground.
My sleep schedule is non existent.
The strings fray less often
and are easily sewed.
Easily tied and done listlessly so.
Do you remember when things were simple?
The band didn't march.
The shoelaces became tangled.
Hair became knotted.
Everything was easy
and everything was good.
Because I don't.
