Scattered

I'm constantly losing my train of thought. It is as though the road I am traveling on is latent with fog. And if I attempt to turn to retrace my step, the sight is buried.

These beautiful images constantly haunt me as what I can never be. Who I can never be.

Forever I feel as though I am a shadow of what I can never come close to. The shadow you laugh at. I just want to be self-satisfied. I want to feel the confidence that carries everyone else, carefree.

Life is full of white hair. It is as though the silver strands strap me down to the burden that I wish to never be.

Constantly battling myself.

Tokyo Police Club - Juno