In honesty it bothers me I can’t write like I used to, when all my eyes saw were blue skies no hope of my head falling from the clouds, but that was then and this is now and somehow I ended up crashing back down to earth. No joy left, no merry mirth to be given I’m just living for tomorrow but tomorrow never comes so I slug it out like I remember doing not knowing who I am or where I’m going but hoping that I’ll get there one day, I’ll find my tomorrow away from today and be free from this eternity of wondering who I really am. I feel like I’m hopeless, coping with the thought that maybe I’m not who I remember because I’ve forgotten how to be him, but I just know freedom’s around the corner so I move forward forever wether or not it was meant to be, maybe this is me.