Ever want to just go out alone,
roam the streets and just see if anything will happen?
And today it suddenly occurred to me,
Why everything we had then was perfect.
The greatness, the pure, and true innocence of first love.
At least from my perception.
Because along the way, we became such fragile, broken things.
And i begin to see how flawed we are now.
How every step of the way,
had been so deceitful, so deluded.
How do people grow up into who they are as grown ups?
How will i grow up, will i just age and forever be stuck like this?
What can i do, where can i go, to get this all figured out?
Ever read the perks of being a wallflower?
What does this mean to you?
Be infinite.