The Brightside.

It can be so hard to see where you want to be, take me for example. Never buying a single item while taking every sample. Why not stay fed this way? Day after day after day.

I would rather dull my senses, and indulge in pretenses. Kill any lesson I’ve ever learned, remove any wisdom I’ve ever earned, choose the soft over the firm. I think they call this the easy way. The premise of a fatalist, and a catalyst. But I soon forget.

Just as quickly as it came, it leaves just the same. These great ideas I’ve never had. Epiphanies I’ve never kept.

Such are the tides in my mind, salvation sinking circulation, lows and highs, abrupt sensations, and sudden calm, born of an illicit balm.

I’ll be sorry when I’m gone, I can only swim so long, I wish to stay, don’t get me wrong, but I’ll be sorry when I’m gone.

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