Life.

As we get older, I feel like I'm chasing white rabbits around in my head. I lose track of time and follow them around. And then it's like I'm falling forever. I think I'm finally done changing, and I've let go of the illusion of what I was, and let go of the dream that I'd be perfect. It just feels like the pressure is gone and now it's just me. So tonight instead of writing a song, although i will momentarily, I felt like just blogging. Saying hey, I found my lifeline. And it was me all along. I didn't try hard enough to understand it, and like anything we don't understand I think I ran away from it. It's my turn and I don't need to lose myself to be pretty. In mind and body. That's yesterday's concept. One that I'm pretty sure I'll fall prey to atleast once more in my life. What can I say? Parts of me saw it coming. It'll fade in and out. I'll ignore my conscience and memory. In some aspects I'm once burned twice shy, but some I'm not. I don't know what I want, and I'm trying not to ask myself. This path I'm walking on, sometimes it's hard not to run ahead, or even runaway, cause I just can't take it. Some moments are beautiful, and sometimes I'm just sick of it all. "Still don't know what I was looking for."