
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year.
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
8 months this time. and life has made a complete 180 turn. i can't quite say if it's a turn for the better or for the worse. but nonetheless, life is not what it used to be. 8 months is a long time. and of course, change is inevitable. but i did not foresee how big of a change it was going to be.
sometimes i look into the mirror and don't recognize the face that's staring back at me. and i can't help but think to myself, "damn, what have i done?"