Zanegoose

Life is like a flower, petals fall

It's that feeling of looking at myself... maybe one day I'll be someone better in the future, maybe one day I'll return to what I was in the past, It's not clear. In one way, I can be who I was back in the past. A carefree, endless invincible child, with the world on my feet. Nothing to worry me as I run across the dew covered grass, and roll around without a care. I can hear my mother calling and yelling as I run back, the sweet smell of warmth enters my nostrils. In the other way, I can look at myself in the future. A hard working stressed individual, grieving to be who I was. Rather when I look at my old endeavors I see that chil