Grip on life.

As life progresses, I somehow find it hard to imagine that I'd ever have a grasp of life. Through the short lived memories and also short lived friendships, it seems that again... I've only got myself to depend on. It's clear that time after time, I've got to get out and craft my own world.

Positive Movement

So am I wrong for the only one moving forward or are all of you to blame for staying still? It's quite possible that I've left a trail of dust and looked back not even once, but am I at fault? It's not a surprise though, that no one recognizes me anymore.

Haha, life's been differently recently, just quite.

Real life has begun, and it's probably an expected time for old ghosts to haunt me. Ghosts that haunt me because I've moved on, forever.

I guess words will never do me justice. No, not even when I'm dead.