Watching people in the street
Looking at the stars.. its tiering when you do it every night...
I miss when i would do that with older people in my family ... when i was younger..
It hurts and i feel like i just cant help them at all...
Ive become so attached to them and now there dieing off ... one. by. one....
I loved hearing there storys... they were so diversed.... every one was different..
One was about danceing the nights away
There was one about there nights on the town
They were what i looked forward to
To hear about their life experiences..
I always imagened myself there.. haveing fun with them
Now their loseing faith ... loseing hope.. for life...
Their fadeing away... and i cant do anything about it....
