This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain, being soaked to your bones. You never thought you'd be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as one of those people. The ones who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves and the sunset. You love being like this - fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin, the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet, and the smell, and the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. You've become all those things they talk about in books you've never read. This is you now. Who would have guessed?
I go out. I party like never before. I have endless conversations with friends, but I don't think I've ever felt so alone in my life. I want to take all the drugs in the world, even though I know they aren't going to change the undeniable truth, that my whole life has been a dream, and it's only now that I'm waking up. I'm not fully awake though, a part of me is still deep in slumber. So as I wait for that one single kiss to bring me back to life, from the one who makes me tremble and shake inside, I close my eyes and imagine a future without me. I wonder what would be different, if anyone would miss me, and most of all if maybe some would even be happier. The answers scare me, they kill me actually. Because a memory, is something I've yet to be.
I go out. I party like never before. I have endless conversations with friends, but I don't think I've ever felt so alone in my life. I want to take all the drugs in the world, even though I know they aren't going to change the undeniable truth, that my whole life has been a dream, and it's only now that I'm waking up. I'm not fully awake though, a part of me is still deep in slumber. So as I wait for that one single kiss to bring me back to life, from the one who makes me tremble and shake inside, I close my eyes and imagine a future without me. I wonder what would be different, if anyone would miss me, and most of all if maybe some would even be happier. The answers scare me, they kill me actually. Because a memory, is something I've yet to be.
