growing up
i just miss faces,
it stings when
i realize i don't have
the exact details from
elementary school stories
i cherished.
i don't recall faces,
i can't remember exact places,
when it comes to the past
everything just
distorts
is pessimism a flaw in me?
definitely,
it happens all the time.
i justify that it protects me,
'im never disappointed,'
but i still always am,
i always have a little hope.
but growing up im not sure
what do i have to hope for,
what can i actually
achieve?
i want to be happy
is that
possible?
when it comes to the future,
everything is just
foggy
