you’re the newest thing on my mind in a while.
I feel so curious like a young child.
I feel as if this’ll never go mild or old, even if we end up writing so many stories.
This. Is. Glorious.
Its like I was fighting through the stuffy air to reach a fresh breath for so long, that I thought anything and everything that pure was gone.
It feels almost wrong, I mean it’s like I don’t deserve whats been given, it’s like I deserve the lump of coal like bad children on christmas, but you placed in some trust and gave me gold, as soon as I saw it shine, I was sold.

I kept running from things like this, always the same old excuses and I refuse to let this slip away, I refuse to let myself throw away something beautiful for same old pitiful life I used to live.