Blaśe

The older I get the more I forget, my roots, my place, I feel like a disgrace and I race through the chaos, it’s all just an adaos to my experience, my independence. I get constricted at the pain that was inflicted by the love I felt so true. I guess there is only me and you. Lost at the utmost peak of our lives. The sights we saw, the world we know is but a reflection, still imperfection of our selves.