I used to know places I could lose myself in...
but what can I do when I can no longer walk these feet to meet my destination point? Every step I take is a parallel path to where I'd rather be.
...at least it seems so at this moment
Those small things that never seem to matter. So we let them pass our eyes and reflect right off just to discover that a year later they're stuck to the back of your mind and now swallowing whole. Too late now is it? It's always too late...somehow
