Not me
There must be a place, far away, hidden, unrecognized that holds the ability to change you. A place no one had ever seen but deep down everyone wish for it to exist. A place where you step inside and like the waves at the brink of shore, touching your tiny little toes, it will change you completely, completely as a person.
Everyday we wake up and think it's us who are living but how wrong is that. We have never been us. We have always been someone else.
Someday we are completely the person we love, next day we are entirely the person we hate. Today I am the person who gives up, yesterday I was the person who stood straight to fight everything. In the end, we are never ourselves.
Standing in front of the mirror I realized I have died a long time...
Everyday we wake up and think it's us who are living but how wrong is that. We have never been us. We have always been someone else.
Someday we are completely the person we love, next day we are entirely the person we hate. Today I am the person who gives up, yesterday I was the person who stood straight to fight everything. In the end, we are never ourselves.
Standing in front of the mirror I realized I have died a long time...