It is so apparent that I lack any type of patience or willpower that the normal man develops by the age he can fit the square block into the square hole. I am driven by feverish wants whose unattended aims turn upon themselves and throttle towards the ground. My mind must remain...in control. But I don't want to live my life subdued...I don't want to live my life with the knowledge that growing up, being an adult, means you have to be unhappy. I want to open and my eyes and see my dream...I want to close them, and say I've lived.
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