And there sat a naïve boy,
Wondering with whom he could share the sky with.
The world seemed so empty to him,
When he couldn't be proud of what he loved.
The stars.
A song.
A picture.
A quote.
All things in which he bit his tongue for.
I wonder if he will ever find what he wants.
Maybe it's already been found.
Maybe he's still searching.
One thing is for certain.
He is afraid of his own naïvity.
I wonder if what he has is really what
he wants.
I wonder if he refuses to hear the voices.
I wonder if this is truly what the world has planned.
I wonder how much longer he'll stay.
No matter the case,
He still looks alone at night.
