to remeber. to insipre. to never forget.

wanting, wishing to escape. the expectations of everyone else build a prison. seconds turn to minutes, turn to hours, turn to days, weeks, months, until the year is over before the pen has even touched the paper. leaving behind the adventures for the boring nine to five. thoughts wasted all on the hopless dreams and aspirations of others. the need to grow up is so overated, everyone all ends up the same six feet under. soon the past will be the past, that part of your life written, mistakes are the essence of humanity. it's time to face the music before the final curtain call and the melody becomes a stale sustained minor note. fuck following, fuck being the same.

I wont live a lie so quick let's "RUNAWAY".

just do it.