I feel a little like a fallen star, receding to a normal stone.
Am i receding toward an ebb of social enjoyment?
I loved the thrill and the rush, and I called it life. I used to embrace them, in any sort they might come.
But now i fear. People reaffirmed me it is the way I am, and don't stop. But i didn't force myself to falter. Surely, it is indeed myself who wants to take a back seat. I remember vividly when i said "No, i wouldn't marry a 50 year old, it's not true love, and I want true love".
Let PLAY just stop for a bit.
Am i receding toward an ebb of social enjoyment?
I loved the thrill and the rush, and I called it life. I used to embrace them, in any sort they might come.
But now i fear. People reaffirmed me it is the way I am, and don't stop. But i didn't force myself to falter. Surely, it is indeed myself who wants to take a back seat. I remember vividly when i said "No, i wouldn't marry a 50 year old, it's not true love, and I want true love".
Let PLAY just stop for a bit.
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