Listening to this song in the rain while having a coffee is the reason why I am alive. It’s sucha feeling of bliss, like things may not be going good but shit doesn’t mean I still can’t see the world & how beautiful it is.
This isn’t the real me, yet it is. There’s different versions of me, and they’re all the real me. And you know what? That kills me. It’s too confusing. I’m not one person. I’ve got a twenty-something body, eight-year old heart, eighteen-year old mind, and eighty-year old soul.