I feel like everyone who walks past me looks
like someone who just walked towards me.
They all look
and feel the same.
I miss uniqueness
I miss randomness
I miss my spontaneity.
I miss the the different colored flowers
the different scents.
but around here
everyone feels the same.
Why?
I've no clue.
but the beige shorts and blown out hair
slowly drain my soul
of the youth
and playfulness it once held.
I will turn into you
as you are slowly turning into me.
but I will fight!
I will move forward in my journey of me.
And leave the always familiar faces
to the sea.
Apr 3, 2011
Apr 3, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
I feel like everyone who walks past me looks
like someone who just walked towards me.
They all look
and feel the same.
I miss uniqueness
I miss randomness
I miss my spontaneity.
I miss the the different colored flowers
the different scents.
but around here
everyone feels the same.
Why?
I've no clue.
but the beige shorts and blown out hair
slowly drain my soul
of the youth
and playfulness it once held.
I will turn into you
as you are slowly turning into me.
but I will fight!
I will move forward in my journey of me.
And leave the always familiar faces
to the sea.