Better
We keep making mistakes but we become better people. For our whole life we'd probably never get to be the person we wanted to be, or thought we'd become. But we become better. We try to do what's right, try to draw the fine line between what's right and what's wrong. But those, too, are grey areas and places shrouded with uncertainty, for right and wrong is a matter of perception. Along the way, we're in pieces, but we're better.
candescent
Never judge, people say. I know why now. Everyone has their reasons for doing things. We know names, not stories.
How have things turned out this way
It's like I am not living up to my expectations. It's like you grow up and the world turns so ugly.
Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones
You know I'll stay up, with you all night.
I hate butterflies in my stomach, that feeling. It's like I want none of it for the moment. Nothing to do with butterflies for that matter.
I'm lost. Help.
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