It's odd, I'm laying here at midnight ranting about my issues to my ceiling like I did 4 years ago...
Only this time, Im not crying.
Hmm, I wish people never felt that, but it's just seemingly inevitable, right? The earlier you experience heartbreak the better, I dunno.
I felt like a bleeding sparrow, now I feel like a Phoenix.
I never really felt much symbolism in birds, moreso in Pyromancy and Fire-related things.
Time is like an old widow staring at a full moon waiting for a husband that will never return, and then the reality hits her.
You reminisce too much, and eventually it turns sweet and sour.
Then it gets washed away by a wet stream of regret at your naivety.
I should stop staying up so late, my mind flourishes in all the seemingly wrong ways.
Well, enough whining from me...
Time to do something productive with my short life.