They say that
The brave may live fast and die young
But the cautious never live at all
I blur my vision
Telling my self I could never be the latter
But behind the bright eyes and the glowing completion
I'm empty and incomplete
I am cautious
I am no fun at all
I worry over innumerable amounts of things that don't really matter at all
What if. What if. What if.
What if I took this risk? No
What if I did something I had never done before? No
What if I cared about what I wanted before worrying about others? No
No no no
I'm not that person
I've always known that
But as I type the words it seems more vivid, more real.
My life has been no life at all
Just a hollow shell of what could've been
Colorless
Lifeless
Loveless
That's me.