Bml

HushBull

-I'm never too young to feel old, I've felt old from day two. On day one I was young, the morning after, my hair is falling out. I have yet to do anything, I want so much, trying to grasp as much as possible. Just a little of too little too late, or things falling inches from my face. And on a good day just seeing those things flash or flutter either which way. Sometime, I want what is mine, I haven't found it yet, I don't know if I ever will. I want the burning, churning, whirling, to be inside of me. It always seems to live on the brink, an unreachable horizon. Bare is how I generally feel, like an old man who has lost his wife and doesn't know where to go...-