YOUNG...

The worst thing about me is that I forget I am prone to mistakes. Screw it, I am bound to make them. To live wild, free and unattached. It takes a night out to actually remember stuff like that. There is still time to get things right! 

It’s not about the ending! It’s not about the story either… it’s about the beginning. It’s about the moment your fears fall off, your past arranges the way it finally makes sense. Oh, dear, you will not hold on more than five minutes to me don’t talk about the forevers /maybe somebody still believes that stuff, not me, dear, not me/. Talk about now – you, me strangers meant to remain that way  forever but the moment we collided/erasing past and future leaving just the now to be enjoyed/.