a hazy sky.

when you're young, life truly is the most amazing form of self expression. words are emitted from the heart, and spoken with truth and a genuine driving force. nothing is "pre" anything. no thought out plans, no ultimatums, no foolish games. living in a world that was so uniquely your own had to have been the sweetest collaboration of existence. living with such vigor that your only fears came about in the dark. i want all of this back. not to rest easy or to turn back time. i just need to regain all of my unprocessed sense of self. it's easy to let go in a world with an impossible set of directions. there are a million different endings to, "when life gives you lemons...", so we drown desperately in confusion over the cautions of others. let go, be free, find youth, explore. but where can one bloom in a garden that is no longer cultivated regularly? mechanical structures, industrialized heartstrings, and snoozed alarms are continuously drowning out the path of my passions. caught up. so extremely caught up in everything around me, and all i want is youth. so i look up and notice that though the world around me seems hectic and off balance, there is still sun shining down on me through a hazy sky. life is simple if you stop thinking for awhile. just long enough to notice that the grass is still green, sugar is still sweet, and living through your heart is still the only way to find your content self. when i go to bed tonight, im going to find a few seconds to be afraid of whatever is under my bed. and when i awake tomorrow morning, i will speak only the raw genuine words that my delicate heart conjures up.