You look at life with rose tinted glasses.
Everything
Is a coincidence
or a stroke of luck
or fate
Nothing is planned.
Everything is up to chance
Everything is possible
Nothing is what you want it to be
Responsibility is scary and exhausting
Recklessness is exciting and exhilirating
You are stuck with these glasses
Unable to return them
They are imprinted on your skin
They own your scent and your essence
They become
you.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
You look at life with rose tinted glasses.
Everything
Is a coincidence
or a stroke of luck
or fate
Nothing is planned.
Everything is up to chance
Everything is possible
Nothing is what you want it to be
Responsibility is scary and exhausting
Recklessness is exciting and exhilirating
You are stuck with these glasses
Unable to return them
They are imprinted on your skin
They own your scent and your essence
They become
you.
I haven't been on this platform in a while. I am excited to start posting again and hopefully gain some inspiration from the writing of others as well. This one is about a lover that lives in his own world. Enjoy **
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