I think of the past
And you pop up
I think to myself
What could have happened between us
I think of the present
And I think
Was it I
That caused you to become who you are
Then I ask myself
Maybe I was the one who opened your eyes
For you to see
That what we had was just an
Illusion
For you to grow up
And become who you always meant to be
YOU ARE READING
My thoughts
RandomPart of my imagination 🥀 but whats imagination ? I probably have none. Words posses so much mystery but only reveal the surface, not the real chaos.
