Somehow you always change.
You grow up.
You find out that the bad guys don’t have horns or claws.
They look normal.
They act normal.
Until the one day that they don’t.
And it’s almost like a disappointment.
You expected the world to be so clearly cut
But there is no bigger picture.
There is no rulebook
or plan
Only what’s in front of you
the world is big and scary
and awful
and
wonderful
Somehow you always change
I guess it’s called growing up.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
Somehow you always change.
You grow up.
You find out that the bad guys don’t have horns or claws.
They look normal.
They act normal.
Until the one day that they don’t.
And it’s almost like a disappointment.
You expected the world to be so clearly cut
But there is no bigger picture.
There is no rulebook
or plan
Only what’s in front of you
the world is big and scary
and awful
and
wonderful
Somehow you always change
I guess it’s called growing up.