Keep Dreaming.

searching your name where I know it can’t be found

Going back to my hometown always gave me that euphoria I needed. I never could point my finger on why I felt that way, whether it was family, home, childhood memories or the way my feet felt like roots blending into the ground and how I could easily have room to grow; my branches were much easier to reach there. My friends and I never missed a day watching the stars over there, we felt fire at our finger tips and only burnt those who loved us. The treachery never bothered us, we'd cry on footpaths and dance in the middle of the road because we knew we weren't the only one. I remember the best days were the rainy days because we'd prance outside like a cluster of high spirited kids.

Tbh i dont know how i feel again. I'm crying for no fucking reason again. Everything is falling apart again and i'm just so damn tired again.

Its not so fun when your meant to have fun.