In what was to become a pivotal moment in my life, soundtracked via Heatmiser ever so suspiciously by a man-who-would-be-genius-if-his-life-weren’t-cut-short, I tripped on my own tears knowing there are some things I am missing more than anything in this world, and some I can’t wait to get away from. And it did, because of me. The fourteen hours past would mean nothing to see that place once more. The one I walked alone because you were in this place again. I could make it there in seven, I can find you before you leave. I will carry on, through all the playlists, through all the versions of “Wonderwall”.
Would it be better to be a chameleon who adapts and changes through short term manipultions of colouring or an animal who completely lives different moments of life through a process of metamorphisis? Ill take the latter, evolving, sort who will never be the person he fell asleep as. I have a destiny, my destiny is to not be me, to not be who I was supposed to be. It is what I must do to always be there.
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