Time after time
I think I grew up too fast.
2 years spent trying to be the person I was never meant to be.
An irreversible change that’s tugging at the beliefs I used to have.
I lost my amygdala somewhere in the process. Which isn’t really a bad thing.
Maybe I’m saying this because I appreciate the emptiness and the lack of emotional ability to decipher complex events.
It’s not that I don’t want to process and digest. It just doesn’t happen.
It’s not that I don’t want to try. It just doesn’t happen.
And I forget about it the next day. For that, I’m sorry.
Things are easier when they’re simple. And I’ll very much like to keep it that way.
There are no coincidences. Only the illusion of coincidences.
That you and I collide. And we’re cosmic.
I <3 how you make me float, yet keep me grounded at the same time.
We’re good together.
