It’s a hard thing to be analyzed, especially by myself
I’m not surprised really, this second time around, to find I’m not exactly what I thought I was. Hidden by a desire to be momentary, lies the truth of my nights spent falling apart in futuristic daydreams.. pieces falling straight into the arms of my only comfort.
And yet I find strength in my insecurities. See: I’m young and still learning to set up camp in my heart, instead of getting comfortable in my mind's empty future ideas.

It's a beautiful thing that we can change.