Twenty Two and I'm already quitting reaching for the stars and making wishes on all the ridiculous, woundrous myths in case one of them worked. Fully believing that at least one thing, one thing, one thing must be real enough.
On a shooting star
On spesific hour or even a minute
On a ****** up dream means you have hope
On a coin
On a prayer
While throwing a butter knife in the middle of your ******* twenty 2nd birthday cake for the first time, because this could be it that I missed wishing on, this ******* butter knife!
When karma takes place
When a shooting star
After prayers
After your mother's prayers
After your ******* hands grazed expecting something inhuman but found orchids underneath all these hideous layers and picked a few ones to leave the others envious, your what? After what? What was it the thing you just said? Afterlife? Yes, afterlife.
I had a point, I started writing this for this point but I can't ******* remember it.
Oh, twenty two
Twenty two and I still think I havent felt everything that could be felt, but I'm not curious anymore. I've had enough for a lifetime.
Twenty two and I'm still foolishly hoping for world peace and gloomy weather.
Feel lost, be lost, losing.
I have a hard time tracking my thoughts.
Twenty two is supposed to be nice, I'm supposed to be young and happy?
Twenty two