Everytime you look at the stars. It's like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You would be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and realize you're the same person under the same stars.
Camping in the backyard at eleven, driving eleven. Stopping at the edge of the city, looking up at the stars.
Walking a path, riding a rowboat, staring out the window of a can, you're eleven again out here where the world begins and ends, it's like nothing ever stops happening.
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RandomThis journal that i write it's help me remind me of my struggles and my accomplishment
