I want to be eternally young. I already feel the cold in my bones.
Imagine this, me, it, older.
I’ll be fragments of myself.

I listen to all these songs about heartbreak but I’ll never fully understand them.
I used to think I did but I realize now I was just young and in lust.

I feel like time is moving without me.

I’m one of those people
that when they
love something its
to the extreme
And at first it’s all I want
I’ll eat the same cereal every day for two months
and love it
I’ll wear the same jacket
everywhere I go for weeks
I’ll listen to the same song consecutively
overplay it for three days straight

but then
I don’t want it anymore
not at all
not even

a little bit.

This applies with real people too.

I’m a mess.

I guess.

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