« I said i was an honest man,
You said i wasnt at all, but i wanted it »
-Slingshot, Good Kid
To make it understandable, i call it my empty, my slipping. The falling, feeling you're loosibg it. Can i get away from it? will i stop being so restlessly moving, always changing moods, from a week to another ? will i land on a version of me ? and the way i see myself ? people like artists for years, they wont let go, theyre a certain them, they do certain things. where is my certain ? where is my stability? and in what place, with whom ? i guess thats the question of youth, of life. lets see what i can come up with for my next essay.
YOU ARE READING
in my 18yr old mind
Spirituala key to my soul hi there !! I basically like to write small pieces of text in english as I live my chaotic and teenage life. Read it, don't, I couldn't care less 🫶🏻
