There will never be enough time for us. Or the right circumstances that fit us together just like that. We just have to live of those small summer bits, from way before. Just nice memories to keep us on. Just a small secret out of our reach.Life just placed us so diferently. In my mind it will be one those half finished stories, that will make me keep awake at night. Making up the endings, if only's. We never get enough the right time. Never do I get the right words. The memories that won't fit in just right. That just is what it is.
I do not want to hear it anymore. How I am not supposed to do it all. Why not? How I cannot do everything. Why not? If I can.
I do not want to hear all the excuses, all the reasons why not to do what I want. I will not let anyone make me feel like I do not deserve what I want.
I cannot tell about myself in few words. I am a book too deep for your eyes. As the years of mine progress, there will be more stories left untold. Memories forgotten, it all will just become a history. I am everything and nothing at the same time.