.sosunfreak.

I am crying

here

being so grateful

for the me that I was

for the parts I had lost

— forgotten memories —

All the pain I went through

All the love that has gone    

All the people I met              

turn the reality away

What is it that it was?

What is it that it is?

Today I stand strong

with washed memories on my face

the present melting into the past

(just for a little while)          

And I've come to nurture my teen self

for all the self-doubt that follows my way;

this is to being that friendly giant

a true shadow of what was to come
for that eager vision cast upon the distance
hereby I answer this calling onto myself:

I love me,

I love you,

never lose your way.