This is what adult life is, right? A pigeonhole existence, and nomadic presence.
Here I am fulfilling a childish dream through an adult ambition.
Let's change the tunes to old songs and sing them once more.
Getting better is hard work, and getting better while working hard is harder.
Adulthood beckons as the fog outside grows thicker.
I know even the darkest people can be touched by the light.
It's very easy to go wrong with lights.
Who knows where we head from here? Does it matter?
We all know tomorrow will still happen even if we cease to exist.
I don't know how long it will take me to allow myself to get scared again.