I’m waking up from the dream. Now in reality. Wasn’t being conscious. Said too much sketch ****. Did too much sketch ****. Didn’t think before I spoke. And I didn’t think before I acted. Betrayed trust far too many times to count. I can’t be a boy anymore. Resting. Healing. Growing inwardly. Said sorry and my bad way too many times. Those words mean nothing. And now the past happened. It can’t be changed. Staying in the present. And building for the future. To everyone I’ve ever called a friend. I am talking to you. Time heals everything I heard. That isn’t always true. Actions change things. And that is the route I will go with. Towards positivity. Thinking before action. At an age when I can’t be ******* around. Time is too valuable. Never listened to the positive influences. Listened too much to the negative ****. Too much arrogance. Too much carelessness.

I don’t know what you’re thinking.
But this is what I’m thinking.
Doing my own thing.
Planting the seed in the soil.
I know it will grow one day.
Into a tree that people can accept.
Into a tree people can respect.
No more apologies.
Because apologies don’t do ****.
On this new journey.
Distance from the city.
Either.
I asked for too much. Did too much.
I took advantage.
People took advantage.
**** all of that.
Reflecting.
Small goals.
Large goals.
There isn’t a next time.
This is all I have.