routine
who am i?
where am i going?
working hard to feel better
resting to gain consiousness
i'll be myself soon
up in the clouds
prancing on perfect cotton
this is all i want to feel
happiness is kicking in
sorrow isn't an option
i want to go forward in this life
never backward
those moments are called mistakes
they're stepping stones en route to
growing up
maturation
it's my plan to get what i want
i'm constricted in previous happy times
i want to re-create them
i musn't fall behind
to the future i will climb
fave pic of Morts:
